Chapter 567

Broderick Ackerley suddenly remembered something his mother once said: a woman sets the tone of a home. And now, their home had that cozy, warm vibe—it felt like everything was finally turning out right. As for those trying to ruin this happiness? He wasn’t going to let a single one of them off the hook. Edward Ackerley had taken his beating. Next up? Reginald Ackerley. ＊ Simon Cross strolled back to the school like he owned the place, casually made his way to Alexander Cross’s office with both hands behind his back, that smug grin of his stretched from ear to ear. Seeing that face, Alexander shot him a look: "Simon, what the hell are you showing off again?" "Ta-da! Check me out, I got a gift from Leslie! One-of-a-kind, just for me. Ha! You knew her before me, so what? Still ended up with nothing!" Simon was bursting with pride, practically floating. Alexander was low-key dying from jealousy, but kept a straight face. "It’s just a painting." "Oh? Why does your office suddenly smell lik