Charming Mommy of adorable triplets Novel novel Chapter 1702

Chapter 1702

Daisie kicked over the decorations on the cabinet. The china and expensive goods shattered into pieces..

Sandy shook with anger upon seeing her precious collections treated that way, “A-Are you insane!?”

“If you want to know if the Goldmanns are crazy, just look at what happened to the Reeses.” Daisie picked up the teapot made of jade from the table.“ You’ve been an eyesore for a long time now. I don’t understand why an old woman like you is causing trouble instead of just enjoying the rest of your life. Do you want everyone to know that the illegitimate child of royalty is using her son to climb the social ladder?”

Her words stabbed straight into her heart. Daisie mocked Sandy, yet she wasn’t able to retaliate. “Don’t you think that I’m easy to manipulate ? I’ll show you how wild I can be.” Daisie loosened her grip, and the expensive jade teapot fell to the floor and split into two.

Sandy grabbed her chest and had difficulty breathing. Her voice cracked. “Do you know how expensive that is?”

Daisie wore a sweet smile. “I don’t have a good concept of money, so I have no idea how expensive it is.”

She then turned around. “Send Freyja to the hospital and

leave a few men here.” She paused for a few seconds.“ Mess this place up. She can call the police if she wants to.” When Sandy heard that and saw the bodyguards beginning to thrash the place, she fainted.

News of his home being trashed got to Ken quickly. When he found out that his mother was admitted to the hospital, he immediately rushed over.

“What happened?” Brandon didn’t speak while Sandy was furious. “I just locked Fey up for two days. Someone told Daisie Vanderbilt, and that girl brought people over to trash our home.”

Ken’s eyes turned dark when he heard that. “Why did you lock her up?”

Sandy took it, and it said that she was violent to her daughter and had locked her up.

She was stunned, “How did…”

Ken looked toward Ean. “How many have been distributed?”

Fan awkwardly said, “A few magazines have printed tens of thousands of them. Someone seemed to be helping to promote it. All the copies have been sold. I’m afraid it’s 100 late to get them back.”

The next day, at the hospital…

Freyja’s wounds had been tended. She lay in bed and was slowly recovering from the iwo days of hunger and thirst with the lulp of IV drips.