Triplets’ Mighty Mom Novel

Chapter 24 Vicious Viper

Lyla was furious to hear that. She raised her hand and slapped Miles across the face. “Don’t speak of such nonsense just because you had a bit of alcohol to drink. I've been with you for seven years, and that's what I get in return?” Meanwhile, he had enough of getting hit by her whenever she pleased. Without any hesitation, he raised his hand and slapped her back.

Thud!

The clear sound of the slap halted the child's cries. Mitchell looked in the direction of the living room with horror in his eyes.

He ran toward the living room with his chubby body. Worried that they might hit the child in the middle of their fight, Mrs. Moore hurried after him. “Young Master Mitchell.” Lyla was blind with rage. “Did you just hit me, Miles Ryan? That's it.” She lunged at him and started swinging both her hands at his face. He immediately pinned her beneath him and held both her wrists down. “Lyla Brooklyn. You better behave yourself. Don’t think I won't hit you.” “Miles Ryan, you b*stard!” She struggled with all her might. “Mommy... Mommy..."

Mitchell used all his strength to pull Miles's arm. “Let go of Mommy, you bad person.” In an instant, Miles flung the child to one side and growled, “Behave yourself or I will beat you up too!” Then, he turned to Mrs. Moore and instructed, “Take the kid to my mother’s place.” Mrs. Moore was too afraid to say anything else. “Yes, Young Master Miles.” “I'm not going. I'm not going to Grandma's house!” Mitchell cried out. Mrs. Moore did everything she could to get him out of the room, dragging and hurling if she had to.

The room quieted down.

Seeing Lyla's tear-stained face, Miles let her go. “You better watch your mouth around me next time. Don't hit me as you please. Do you think I won't dare to hit you?”

She got up and pushed him as hard as she could. With tears in her eyes, she said, “You b*stard. Did I marry you so you could hit me? How could you say that? What do you mean you're not sure if the child is actually yours?” He glared at her. “Did you spike my drink that night? You also drugged Camila and let another man rape her, didn't you? You're really scary. Who knew you were this vicious

of a woman?” She stopped crying and her eyes were filled with shock. “Where did you hear that from? Who is trying to drive a wedge between us?” Looking at her, he sneered, “Are you acting again?” She was so shocked that she completely forgot about the slap and continued to defend herself, “No, I really like you. I admit that when I drank with you that night, I wanted to give myself to you, but I only wanted to comfort you. Dear, we've been together for so long. We've gone through several degrees of hardships together, and I even gave birth to Mitch. It makes me so sad to see you doubt me like this.” Miles pinched her chin. “Was I fooled by this pitiful face of yours? Who would have thought that you were the reason Camila and I broke up?” At that moment, she seemed to put the pieces together. Grabbing his hand, she pressed, “Did Camila tell you that? She's trying to drive a wedge between us. She still has a grudge against me for hurting her child that day, so she’s trying to tarnish my name in any way that she can. You're my husband. Why do you believe another woman and not me?” He pulled his hand back and said in a stern voice, “Lyla Brooklyn. I would rather believe Camila than believe you! I saw with my own eyes how you turned yourself into the victim in front of your father with that smooth-talking mouth of yours. But I'm not your father; I won't let you make a fool out of me.”