Chapter 1637

Noelle's expression darkened as she glared at Eleanor. "You can get sued for slandering others." "No one's slandering anyone. If you're not a mistress, tell everyone who your husband is. How else did you manage to transfer your kid into this school halfway through the year?" Eleanor shot back. At her side, the little girl—Ellie Felton—scrunched up her nose and chanted, "Mistress, mistress." Noelle's gaze sharpened. "Big words, huh? What about you? You're pretending to be dropping off your granddaughter when that's your daughter. I'm impressed that you can have kids at your age." "Nonsense! This is my granddaughter, and everyone knows that!" "Everyone knows only because you keep saying it. Do you have proof? Tell us who your husband is and where this child really came from." Her words drove Eleanor so mad that the latter clutched her chest, gasping. "F-Fucking bitch! How dare you bully an old woman like me!" Noelle remained perfectly calm. "I'm just returning the favor; you can't