Mrs. Gibson, Your Identily Is Exposed

Chapter 877

Chapter 877 What do you think I am?

“You’re marrying Nina?” Carlee exclaimed, sitting up on the bed. “Why didn't you ask for my permission before making such a decision?"

Harley was calm in his response. “I’m not discussing this with you. All you have to know is that True Paul will be a month old in a few days, and apart from celebrating his recovery from the serious illness that plagued him, I will also be celebrating my marriage to Nina."

Over my dead body!" Carlee forbade, flicking her thumb dramatically in the air. “No! I don’t agree to such a marriage!”

Harley was angered by his mother's response but he kept his cool. “Why? Just because you don’t like Nina? Just because my child is a girl?”

At this moment, Carlee’s face was very firm, and she affirmed strongly and fiercely: “That’s right!" Carlee affirmed.

“That cunning fox has turned us into enemies, and now I can’t have a grandson. How could I then let her into the Timothy family?”

Meanwhile, Sylvia walked to the window and let her gaze wander in the clear, bright sky. Although she hadn't said a word since Harley came in, her heart was racing. She had a premonition that a fight was about to break out between Mrs. Carlee and Harley because she knew the determination of Harley was so strong that unless Nina Paul withdrew her consent, nothing would stop him from marrying the latter.

“Mom, I ask you to correct your attitude. First of all, I am not against you, you will always be my mother. But do you wish that the child Nina has given birth to be raised by a single parent?” “I do not care!” Carlee replied sharply. “If you want to marry Nina, I will kill myself immediately!”

Carlee probably felt that talking and not doing was failing to intimidate Harley, so she simply jumped off the bed and took out a fruit knife from the drawer.

“Between me and Nina today, you can only choose one! ” she presented an ultimatum, holding the knife against her stomach. Her expression was to make Harley completely give up the idea of marrying Nina and it seems he was buying her act by the way his eyes began to widen in shock.

“Mom, what are you doing? Is it necessary to be so impulsive?” He took a step forward, wanting to grab the murder weapon from his mother, but was taken aback when she switched the position of the knife to her neck

Sylvia was also horrified when she saw this, and hurriedly pleaded: “Mrs. Carlee, please don't do this! You can sit down with Harley and talk things through.”

But Carlee was still putting pressure on him, shouting sullenly, tears pouring from her eyes: “No one can stop me today from taking my life. Besides, my son has forsaken me, so what's the point of my life?”

Harley saw her mother wipe her tears with her hands and rushed up to grab the fruit knife. “Mom, stop making trouble. No one is forcing you to do stupid things, so stop it. You are the closest person in my life, don’t you want me to be happy? why is it so bad for me to marry the woman I like?”

These words were deeply affectionate, and when they reached Sylvia's ears, her panicked face suddenly became a little bit more hateful.

“Mrs. Carlee forgot about it. Now that Harley has a sweetheart, don’t force him anymore,” Sylvia said, bursting into crocodile tears.

“I know what I look like in Harley's eyes. I’m a self-assured woman who occupies a magpie’s nest!” Carlee was concerned when she heard Sylvia crying. “Harley, look at Sylvia. She’s still thinking about

you. Don't you have a conscience?”

Carlee tried to guilt trip him and even pressure Harley into getting married to Sylvia within a week, but as expected, Harley stood his ground.

“Okay! Maybe as you said, I don’t have a conscience," Harley said, tucking away the fruit knife. "I came back, just to inform you that I am about to marry Nina, not to discuss with you whether to marry her.”

Harley pointed a finger angrily at Harley but instead of her usual nagging, she muttered some incoherent words. Just then, Harley took his wallet from the inside pocket of his coat and handed a brand new card to Sylvia.

“Sylvia, I just want to thank you for being by my mother’s side during this time. But there is no love between you and me. In fact, if my mother succeeded in forcing us to be together, it will end in separation in the future. To be honest, I don’t want to delay you. So please keep this card. It has 800 dollars in it, and the password is written on the back. The money is not a lot, but I implore you to take it as compensation for your time.”

At first, he had planned to pay Sylvia two million dollars in compensation, but because he had just paid huge liquidated damages for the company’s termination of the contract a while ago, he was left with little money in his account. But of course, 800 dollars was a huge sum of money for ordinary people.

Sylvia bit her lip hard as Harley handed the card to her. She was unwilling and didn’t want the time and energy she spent to be enjoyed by another woman in the end.

“Harley, what do you think I am?” Sylvia demanded, sobbing.

For a while, Harley was speechless. In his eyes, the two of them were not friends or lovers. At most, they were just acquaintances.

However, he changed the topic quickly to avoid any disputes. "You don’t need to worry about this issue, in short, I am grateful to you, and I wish you happiness for the rest of your life!”

After Harley finished speaking, he turned his eyes to his mother: “Mom, I know you are very angry now, but when I get married to Nina, I still hope you can be there!”

Then he was made to leave the villa and return to Nina as soon as possible. But just before Harley could take a step, he felt himself being pushed by a hand.

“I don’t need your blessings! I don’t even want your stinky money! ” Sylvia burst into tears as she slammed the bank card into Harley’s chest. Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Harley just grabbed the card but Sylvia covered her face with her palm and ran out crying.

Seeing that her prospective daughter-in-law had run away with tears and anger, Carlee suddenly lost hope, she sat down on the bed, crying for a while and started packing under the watchful eye of Harley.