Mommy，We Got a Husband by Doris

Chapter 373 If You Want to See Your Kids, You Have to Beg Me

Stellan was really trying to forget that today was Marigold's big 60, but every tshe opened her phone or

laptop, there were those annoying pop-up messages.

It was obvious Marigold had gone all out for this birthday bash, and Stellan just wanted the day to be over

already.

"Ms. Storm," Tommy knocked and strolled in, handing over spapers. "These need your John Hancock."

"Alright," Stellan said, flipping through the documents, signing them, and passing them back to Tommy. Tommy

lingered, so Stellan asked, "Anything else?"

"Yeah," Tommy said, a bit hesitant. "Ms. Storm, when are you gonna givesreal work? | can start at the

bottom or jump right into the workshop. I feel kinda guilty just running errands for Silas with this fat paycheck."

Stellan thought Tommy had a good head on his shoulders, not wanting to get paid for doing nothing. But she

remembered Cormac's advice to be careful during these times.

"You just got here, no rush. Shadow Silas around the departments and get the lay of the land first," Stellan said,

brushing him off. "In a few days, I'll give you something more substantial."

"Got it, | won't bug you anymore," Tommy said and left.

Stellan thought Cormac was being a bit paranoid about Tommy, but she knew caution was key for the long haul.

She'd already set someone to dig into Tommy's background. She turned back to her computer, but another

message popped up.

[Marigold spills the tea in an interview, exposing Stellan's true colors.]

Stellan didn't want to give it any attention, but the headline was too juicy to ignore. She clicked on it and

watched the interview video.

Marigold said, "About my sixtieth birthday today, | need to clear the air. Alaric didn't show because Stellan's got

him wrapped around her finger."

"Stellan's a schemer and a manipulator. She drove a wedge betweenand Alaric, and now, while Alaric's

recovering, she's taken over our Knight family business."

"She even convinced Alaric to cut ties with me, so he didn't cto my birthday. But it's fine, I've accepted it. If

he wants to ditchfor Stellan, I'll just consider him no longer my son." "As for Stellan, a nasty woman like her

will never have a happy ending!"

Seeing Marigold's bitter face in the video made Stellan's blood boil. She was a pro at twisting the truth and

badmouthing her to the media.

Stellan slammed her laptop shut. With all these messages popping up, there was no way she could get any work

done today.

She figured she might as well go find Rowena and grab a coffee, or she'd be too bummed out. But just as she

was about to leave, her phone rang.

Seeing it was a call from the school, Stellan's heart skipped a beat. 'Are the kids sick or anything?’ She quickly

answered.

The teacher said, "Ms. Storm, Caspian, Harry, and Elisa were just picked up by your family's butler. Just wanted

to let you know."

Joe, the Knight family's butler, was well-known to the school staff. Today, he cto get the kids, saying it was

for Marigold's birthday celebration. The school didn't think twice about it. But with all the recent , the

teachers had seen Marigold's rant about Stellan. They didn't want to get blamed later for letting the kids go

without Stellan's okay, so they called her. Stellan was floored. "What did you say? Joe took them?"

The teacher confirmed, "Yes, he said it was for their grandmother's birthday, so we let him take them."

Stellan didn't waste a second. She hung up, grabbed her car keys, and bolted out the door.

Marigold already despised her. If she took the kids back to Knight Manor, she'd probably hide them to use as

leverage. Stellan couldn't let that happen!

She sped to Knight Manor. The place was buzzing with guests and media for Marigold's sixtieth. When the

reporters saw Stellan, they swarmed like bees to honey.

"Ms. Storm, did you hear what Marigold said about you? Is it true?"

"Ms. Storm, please respond. What's the real story?"

These reporters were like gnats. Stellan only cared about her kids and had no tfor their nonsense.

"Get out of my way!" She bulldozed through them, heading straight for Marigold.

"Where are my kids?" Stellan demanded.

The guests and reporters were all ears, waiting for the showdown.

Marigold wanted to argue, but it was her birthday, and a public spat would be a mess.

"Everyone, enjoy yourselves. I'll be back shortly," Marigold told the crowd, then turned to Stellan, "Let's talk

somewhere else."

Marigold walked off, and Stellan followed. The guests and reporters tried to tag along, but security blocked them.

"I don't have tfor this. Where are my kids?" Stellan demanded.

Marigold sneered, "What do you mean? They're Knight family children; their last nis Knight! Alaric may not

acknowledgeas his mother, and | don't acknowledge him as my son. But Caspian, Harry, and Elisa are my

grandchildren. Stellan, if you want to see them, beg me. Otherwise, you'll never see them again!"

Stellan realized she had messed up. She should've told the school not to let Marigold or anyone else pick up the

kids. But now it was too late.

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