Jiao Yalin's face turned cold, she suddenly retracted her steps, turned around and looked at him.
"He is my son and I am his mother. I have the right to see him. Also, I do not allow you to scold my son like this because you are not qualified."
"He is also my son!" The Duke of Kent's voice also became louder.
That bastard, he just ran away from home, but now he doesn't even return home when he returns to London. Does he really not want to recognize him as his father?
Jiao Yalin looked at her husband at the bottom of the steps with a sneer on her face, "Your son, do you still remember that he is your son? I thought you had forgotten that you also have a son Yangyang!"
"What do you mean?" The Duke of Kent frowned.
"You know best what you mean. Don't think that I don't know about those things about you. I just don't want to mention it because I feel...disgusting!" Jiao Yalin turned around and hurriedly ran upstairs.
She rushed all the way upstairs and walked into her study room on the second floor. She slammed the door and took a few breaths before calming down a little. She took out her mobile phone from her bag and dialed her assistant's number.
"Hello, ma'am!"
"How much money can be moved now?"
"About 600 million."
"Okay, transfer everything to August's account, the sooner the better."
"OK."
After hanging up the phone, Jiao Yalin walked to the bookshelf, took a bottle of liquor from the bookshelf, poured it into a cup, and began to sip it slowly.
Today is the thirtieth year since she married into the Kent family.
This marriage originally had no emotional basis. It was just a marriage between two families. That night, her mother knelt on her bedside and begged her because the family was facing a huge crisis. Without the asset support of the Kent family, it would not be possible.
Get through the hard times.
Finally, Jiao Yalin agreed, so the next day, she was put on a beautiful dress by her mother and brought to this mansion.
At that time, she was just nineteen years old, and the Duke of Kent was twenty-four. Nineteen-year-old Jiao Yalin was young and beautiful. She had studied classical music for many years and had an intellectual beauty that was rare for ordinary girls.
At that time, the Duke of Kent was equally handsome and elegant, and his conversation was very gentlemanly. Although she could not say that she liked him, at least he did not make her hate him. Since it was irreversible, she tried to accept him. At that time, she had been concentrating on music and never talked about it.
Live in love.
It can be said that the two got married first and then fell in love. His gentlemanliness and love made her fall in love unconsciously. The Duke of Kent was not only her husband, but also her first love.
The two also had a happy time for several years.
If that boy hadn't suddenly appeared in front of her one day.
"I am the son of the Duke of Kent."
He flashed his big light brown eyes and said.
In fact, she could guess without him speaking that the boy was very similar to Kent, unlike her son Yangyang, who inherited 80% of her genes.
She had been married to him for four years at the time, and their son Jiao Yang was three years old, while the boy was already five years old.
Since then, there has been little laughter in this castle.
She poured all the remaining wine in the cup into her mouth, letting the bitter liquid make her heart throb. She turned off the light, turned around and walked to the sofa in the study, and sat down. In the study, it was dark.
I can't see the expression on her face clearly.
There was only the sound of heavy breathing, which seemed to reveal some kind of uneasy emotion.
