Chapter 12 Lauren Is Dead Five Years Ago

• When Lauren came out and saw Ethan, the bowl she was holding slipped from her hand and smashed into pieces. A deafening silence then ensued. She’d expected him to come for her eventually, but not this quick.
• Riley went to hold her hand, but to her surprise, Lauren’s hand felt cold. “Do you know these misters, Mommy?”
• Lauren didn’t register that, then a few moments later, she patted Riley’s head. “I don’t know them, sweetie.” Then she looked up at Ethan. “You might have gotten the wrong address, sir. This is my house, and I need to go out now. Please leave, or I might have to call the police for your trespassing.” Then she took Riley before going to her room.
• At this, Ethan couldn’t hold it in anymore, and he roared, “You don’t know me? Lauren! Did you forget how you shamelessly slept with me?!”
• Lauren started trembling, but she calmed down a moment later. “Is that so?” She looked back and smiled. “But I’ve slept with so many men that I don’t even remember all of them. How did you remember me? Do you like me?”
• “As if.” He sneered.
• “Thought so. Someone like me isn’t worthy of the noble Mr. Parker, of course,” Lauren said calmly. Then she let Riley go, telling her to go to her room. Being the understanding daughter, Riley obliged, and she even closed the door.
• The tension climbed to a new height. Simon was slightly vexed about this squabble. Ethan’s always been a calm guy, so why did he lose his composure? “Get to the point, Ethan.”
• Hearing that, Ethan remembered what he was here for. “Who does that child belong to?” He sneered.
• The question surprised Lauren, and she looked up. What does he mean? Does he think Riley’s his daughter? Lauren felt like laughing. “Mine,” she said coldly.
• That wasn’t the answer Ethan wanted. “Don’t play with me, Lauren. Who’s her father?”
• “Does that have anything to do with you, Mr. Parker?” Lauren scoffed. “You know I’m a huge slut, so I don’t really know who her father is. But I’m sure she’s not yours.”
• “Is it Elliot’s?” Ethan hissed.
• Lauren didn’t answer that question. She looked up at him, a storm brewing in her eyes, but eventually, she calmed down. Did he say Elliot’s the father? Ethan, you’ve never trusted me! All you trust is Nancy! “Who’s this Elliot you speak of? I don’t know him. Lauren is dead for five years now. Now I’m just Mary, a singer of the Imperial Court. I’ve forgotten all about my past.”
• A soft reply, but a firm one. Suddenly, she chuckled. “Do you want to impregnate me then, Mr. Parker?” She sighed. “But I wonder if I can give birth to it. Even if I can, will someone like you accept the child of a murderer and a nightclub singer?”