When she returned to the villa of the Cason family, she saw a group of reporters waiting in the distance.
Among these reporters, there was a pregnant woman with messy hair.
When Nancy Cason was about to get off the car, the phone of Henry Roberts suddenly rang.
"Brother Roberts, madam brought someone to the villa just now. I... I've moved into a hotel."
Biting her red lips, Sharrphy Belly cried bitterly, "Can you come to me? I want you to accompany me."
Sitting next to Henry Roberts, Nancy Cason could vaguely hear what they were talking about, and she raised her eyebrows.
She didn't expect that madam took action so quickly, but…
It was a good thing for her that she didn't have to see that bitch anymore.
"Okay," said Henry Roberts in a cold voice
After hanging up the phone, he looked at the figure of Cindy Metea at the gate of the villa and said meaningfully, "Mrs. Roberts, it depends on your performance."
With a snort, Nancy Cason got off the car in high heels and walked towards the gate of the villa.
However, Henry Roberts ordered people to turn the car around and rush towards the hotel where Sharrphy Belly was.
Seeing that, the reporters swarmed up and surrounded her.
"Mrs. Roberts, I heard that Miss Metea is pregnant with Mr. Roberts' child. Is that true?"
"Are you angry because of this matter, so you ordered to ban Miss Metea?"
Cindy Metea didn't put on makeup today. Perhaps it was because she didn't have a good rest, her face looked pale and miserable. She walked up, knelt directly, and begged bitterly, "Miss Cason, I know it's my fault, but please let me go."
"The baby in my belly must have a father..."
Tears welled up in her eyes. "I worked hard in entertainment circles for ten years to achieve what I am today. Now everything is ruined."
Afraid of missing such a scene, the reporters around them all held their cameras and photography equipment to shoot.
Seeing this scene, Nancy Cason sneered in her heart. Now the so-called entertainment circles had no bottom line.
She looked down at Cindy Metea and said with a smile, "Miss Metea, there is something you are wrong with."
She still maintained dignity and calmness. "I'm Henry Roberts's wife, so you should call me Mrs. Roberts."
Cindy Metea's face turned pale. She lowered her head and said softly, "Mrs. Roberts."
Nancy Cason continued, "I don't know Miss Metea stands in front of me with what identity and reason. Are entertainment circles so tolerant now? They can allow interfering in other people's marriage directly and bringing the media to make trouble for the original wife, not to mention..."
She lowered her body, grabbed Cindy Metea's chin, and sneered, "Is the baby in your belly my husband's?"
Seeing the sneer in Nancy Cason's eyes, Cindy Metea felt a little guilty for a moment, but she still said stubbornly, "The baby in my belly is Mr. Roberts'!"
"Mrs. Roberts, people outside all know that you are just a mascot. You have no feelings for Mr. Roberts at all."
Cindy Metea pulled her sleeve and began to kowtow. "Why don't you do something to help me and our child?"
"I'm sorry."
Nancy Cason bent down and broke free from her fingers, "I can't do anything well."
She avoid Cindy Metea and was about to walk towards the villa, but at this time, she heard a scream from behind.
"Ah, my belly..."
Cindy Metea fell to the ground, and the blood flowed down her legs. Her face was pale. She raised her head and said, "Mrs. Roberts, I know you hate me, but the child is innocent. How can you hurt my child? Please, save my child..."