"You're talking nonsense—" Simon Taylor vehemently retorted.
But Lily, with an unquestionable determination, dropped the conclusion, "You needn't deny it, Charles Taylor isn't the son of you and Rowena Gray. His real mother is Milly Gray. He's your child with Milly!"
Lily had an undeniable firmness on her face.
Compared to Simon Taylor's shocked and afraid tone, who was telling the truth and who was lying seemed almost self-evident.
"What—" Everyone present was instantly stunned.
The old lady, who had just caught her breath, heard this sentence, failed to inhale again and collapsed once more.
"You and your mother are farting!" Simon Taylor cursed loudly.
This was the first time the always image-conscious Simon Taylor had sworn in public.
He glared at Lily with eyes that seemed about to explode, "Where the hell did you come from? You little bitch, you are neither of The Taylors nor of the Lucas family, it's not your place to speak here! Get out, get out!"
