Chapter 4

Clara instantly started a public live stream and shoved her phone right up to my face, laughing maliciously.

"Come take a look, everyone! This woman right here is still trying to latch onto my best friend! I exposed her schemes not long ago, and now she came to the airport to try her luck again! You guys better keep an eye on your husbands. Otherwise, she'll get her hands on them!"

In that instant, the people around her immediately chimed in. "Did she just say she's waiting for her parents? What do her parents do for a living? Is it possible that they are street bums?"

In the meantime, the comment section in the live stream exploded the moment my face appeared. "She's got a manipulative, seductive-looking face!"

"Is this vile woman incapable of living without a man by her side? I mean, she literally just got her engagement called off, and now she's already trying to find her next target at the airport."

I pushed Clara's phone away from my face and glared at her coldly. "Let's see if you're still this cocky once the Naughton family gets here, Clara."

Clara laughed out loud, linking her arm with Nicholas' and pointing at me. "Is she even from Halport, Nicholas? How does she still have the nerve to mess with the Naughtons when the Naughtons are about to show up? Is she truly not afraid of their retaliation?"

Nicholas' expression hardened with displeasure. "I've heard that the heiress of the Naughton family always travels with bodyguards. Where are your security details if you're truly the heiress of the Naughton family, Lillian?"

Nicholas had never once allowed anyone to mistreat me in the past, so after months of peace with the bodyguards around, I dismissed all of them.

I gently touched my belly and mused that if I hadn't dismissed any of them, I would still be pregnant with my baby.

I couldn't care less about explaining myself to him at this moment, so I just ignored him and continued to look toward the exit. Their scheduled arrival time had passed, yet Mom and Dad were still nowhere to be seen. That made me slightly anxious.

Nicholas, irritated by my complete disregard, made no effort to hide his contempt. He turned to his friends and joked with them. "Do you guys think a gold digger's parents can even afford a plane ticket?"

I clenched my fists tightly as I looked at the man before me, who seemed more and more like a stranger. I couldn't understand how I had once been so blinded as to insist on marrying him.

It was just that, before I could say anything, two filthy elderly people appeared and headed straight for me. They thrust two broken bowls directly into my face and asked, "You've got money now, right, Lillian? You should give your parents some money to spend, then! It's freezing out, and we're still sleeping under the bridge!"

Those around me burst into laughter before I could respond, while Clara kept her phone trained on me, laughing along. Oh, my goodness, Lillian! These are the parents you were waiting for, huh? You guys really are a perfect match—a gold digger with a pair of beggars for parents."

I looked up at Clara and saw the smug look of someone who had gotten exactly what she wanted.

I tried to back away to put some distance between us, but the beggar couple kept crowding toward me. "I don't know who you guys are, so get away from me!"

Upon hearing my denial, their expressions instantly shifted. They raised the sticks in their hands and started beating me with them.

"Didn't you hook up with a bunch of wealthy men? You should have a lot of money now! How can you be so ungrateful when we're the ones who gave birth to you? You'd better hand over the money you earned by selling your body to those men this instant, Lillian!"

I was in pain from all the beating, and when they realized I truly didn't have any cash on me, they tackled me to the ground, trying to tear off my necklace and earrings.

Instantly, the surrounding crowd began to buzz, whispering frantically among themselves. "I mean, even her parents are admitting to it! It pretty much confirms that she's a gold digger!"

There were even some who groped me, asking leeringly, "You're definitely good-looking, so why don't you spend the night with me? What's your nightly rate, huh?"

Clara stood over me, throwing a scornful look. "No wonder you didn't invite your parents to the wedding. A pair of bums like that honestly have nothing to be proud of."

Nicholas looked down at me with an arrogant expression, speaking as if he were granting a massive favor. "Why don't you beg me for help, Lillian? I'll get rid of them for you—unless you genuinely want to sell your body to this crowd."

I looked up and scoffed coldly at those creeps before fixing my gaze on Nicholas. "Get lost!"

Nicholas looked down at me with contempt, snarling, "You are nothing but a whore, yet you're still being so picky. You ought to know that, in the future, even if you beg on your knees for my help, I wouldn't spare you so much as a scrap of pity!"

It was then that a sharp scoff suddenly cut him off from behind, and the man, exuding a powerful, commanding presence, spoke with undeniable authority. "Does the great Naughton family of Halport really need to beg for scraps of pity from the likes of you?"