Chapter 94 Who Is Your Father
"You..." Joy was so angry that she could not speak.
Rose ignored him, turned to open the door, took Doris out, and calmly walked back into the house, leaving Joy and Chandler
staring at each other.
Joy looked at Rose's back and said, "You know what, since you were driven out of the Linder family five years ago, you were
removed from the family. You are not one of us anymore!"
"And please make an announcement on the newspaper. It would be better for us to break the relationship." Rose was not
annoyed at all and even offered advice for them.
Joy and Chandler would never make an announcement. Rose's grandmother had returned back. If she knew it, they would be
scolded and would reveal the scandal they had tried hard to press down five years ago.
Sure enough, Rose was not the one she used to be five years ago. She had her own plan now.
She knew that the couple could do nothing to her and that was why she was bold to say that.
Joy was so angry that her chest ached. She looked at Rose who had gone inside the house and could do nothing to her. She
could only vent her anger on Chandler.
"See what you've done? The mean girl has the gift of gab!" Joy reached over and pinched Chandler, "Why did you buy her a
car? Why don't you tell me? I was just out for a week and she makes a mess of the house! Do you want to piss me off?"
Since Timothy had some troubles with Sophie, Joy had a heavy weight on her mind.
Having Rose at home was really a big worry for her.
"I've tried my best to reject her, but my mom has made up her mind. What can I do?" Chandler explained, "I can't watch my mom
to stab herself with a fork."
"She is in her dotage and can't tell who is right and who is wrong. She is old enough, and shouldn't cause us troubles." Joy
complained.
"Joy, that's my mother, would you please stop saying that?" Chandler was afraid of his wife, but he was still very filial to his
parents. Otherwise, he wouldn't have surrendered to his mother.
"I didn't go too far. I just hope she does not add to the troubles; otherwise, how do we drive away this wench!" Joy bit her lips, not
knowing what to do.
"I've got a plan." Chandler leaned over to Joy. "I'm buying this car for a condition."
"What do you mean?" Joy didn't understand.
"I have to buy the car anyway. I told her that when I buy her a car, she must marry Timothy. As soon as she gets married to
Timothy, she's out of the Linder family, and we will be at peace." Chandler raised his eyebrows to ask his wife for praise.
"Is that your way? And pay so much money in this?" Joy rolled her eyes at him.
"Nothing ventured, nothing gained. When she marries Timothy, we'll get the money back from the Fan family and that will be
more than that of a car." Chandler thought his idea was perfect.
Joy thought for a moment and patted Chandler on the shoulder, "You are smart. But we have to get Rose married to Timothy as
soon as possible."
"That's what's on my mind, too. So, I'm thinking of inviting Mr. and Ms. Fan and Timothy to our house and then we can talk about
their marriage." said Chandler.
"That's a great idea." Joy put her hand on Chandler's arm, beaming, "Just let this brat be happy for a few more days. After she
marries Timothy, she has to depend on her own."
Timothy had a way to deal with women. Otherwise, they wouldn't have asked him, instead of Mark, to go on a blind date with
Rose.
Joy suddenly thought of the child, "Who is the child that Rose just held?"
"The bastard born five years ago." Chandler snapped.
"What? How dare she bring it back?" Joy shouted.
"Well, well. They won't be here much longer anyway. Just think of them as uninvited guests." Chandler patted Joy on the back of
her hand, reassuring, "Let's go."
In the living room, Sky and Sophie sat on the sofa.
When Rose entered the room with Doris in her arms, Sky was attracted by Doris.
Sophie felt worried as she saw Sky was interested in Doris.
She reached out nervously and grasped his arm. "Sky..."
Sky was not affected by her at all, nor did he take his eyes off Doris.
She was a pretty, lovely little girl with a pair of big clear eyes. Her eyes were so pure that they put complicated adults at shame.
And Sophie held Rose's hand tightly the whole time. Was the girl... Rose's daughter?
Was this child that Rose gave birth to five years ago?
She was a girl, so beautiful and lovely.
Her appearance was supposed to be a reminder of Rose's betrayal and shame. He was supposed to hate this child, but why
didn't he hate her at all, and even like her?
What was wrong with him?
He had hated Rose for five years, and he should hate her kids, too!
Doris also felt that Sky was staring at her all the time. "A gentleman should not stare at a girl like that," she said.
"Sorry, you're so cute." Sky could not help gently saying to the child.
"It's so sweet of you to say so honestly." Doris smiled, showing two white and small canine teeth. "Who are you?"
"I..." Sky was a bit surprised by this question and did not know how to introduce himself.
"Doris, he is your uncle," Rose said. "That's your aunt. And she's your grandmother."
Joy and Chandler just came into the living room.
Doris saw Sophie and Joy with guarded eyes, as if they would be going to hurt her mother and herself.
Joy was upset to see Doris's looking at her like this. "What's wrong with you, girl? How rude you are."
"You're all bad people. You bully my mom." Doris said loudly.
She stood in front of Rose with her hands in front of her, defiantly defending her mother.
"Doris, be good." Rose pulled Doris over to sit on the couch, "Baby, there's no one in this world that can bully mommy. Because
mommy..."
"The bravest and strongest of all." Doris continued.
With a knowing smile, Rose reached out and gently pinched the tip of her nose.
"So, let's be good-tempered people, and don't take those people in heart. We have to be polite." Rose did not want adult affairs
to affect the children and tried to appease Doris's mind.
Doris nodded and said to Joy, Sky and Sophie, "Grandma, uncle and aunt, nice to meet you. I'm Doris Linder. You can just call
me Doris."
"And who is your father?" Sky asked directly.