The Pampering CEO: Don't Mess With My Secretly-Married Sweet Wife novel Chapter 213

Julian took a deep breath to calm himself down and looked at Madam Shaw. "That's enough, Mom."

"What's enough? I..."

"I said, that's enough!" Julian forcefully intercepted his mother. When he looked at Madam Shaw, his face was haggard, lined, cold as sculptured marble, "I'm no doubt the father to the baby. About the fact that you secretly took Susie's blood to do the test, I can let it slide. However, I hope that you won't mention the matter again in the future."

A pang of pain filled his heart when he recalled Susan's pale face.

Madam Shaw was stunned for a moment. A storm of disbelief, hurt, and anger clouded her face as she said, "The result clearly stated that you're not the father of the kid. Do you think I'm lying to you? I am your mother!"

"Yes, just because you're my mother, when you slap Susan in the face, I can't help her get back at you,"

said Julian as a wisp of sadness flitted across his eyes.

"What do you mean?" Madam Shaw frowned.

Julian did not reply. He looked straight at her, and suddenly, he raised his arm and gave himself a slap o n the face.

It was a hard slap, and a red fingermark soon appeared on his cheek, but he did not stop. He raised his arm again and slapped himself once more. 1

Madam Shaw was shocked. She quickly grabbed his arm and tried to stop him from slapping himself," What are you doing, Julian? Stop hitting yourself!"

However, Julian’s face was calm and his voice was calm as he said, "I'm Susie’s husband and it’s my responsibility, my promise to keep her safe. I should’ve gotten back tenfold at those who harmed her, but you're different. You are my mother, so since you slapped Susie once, I'll slap myself ten times. Consider this my punishment for not holding my promise properly."

With those words, Julian flung Madam Shaw’s hand away and continued to slap himself again and again.

Madam Shaw wanted to stop him, but she did not know how to do it. She could only watch helplessly as Julian slapped himself.

One, two... five, ten...

Just like he said, he slapped himself ten times before stopping.

Looking at his swollen face, Madam Shaw was beyond heartbreaking. Tremblingly, she held his hand into hers. Then, she sobbed, "What the hell are you doing, son?”

Ever since Mr. Shaw passed away, Julian had become her only hope. He was the only person in the world that she cared about. Therefore, when she saw Julian slap himself, it hurt her even more than if somebody slapped her in the face.

"Mom, nobody can bully Susie. Not you, not me. Someone must come to stand forward and pay for the slap that she received," Julian said calmly.

"You...” Madam Shaw looked at Julian and stamped her feet, "This is madness, son. That baby..."

"I said don’t mention the thing about the baby anymore," Julian interjected, looking straight into Madam Shaw's eyes, "That baby is our kid, he is our treasure. I won’t allow anyone to doubt him, not even you, Mom. This thing has to end now!"

Julian had made himself very clear. Madam Shaw was livid with rage, but she could not say anything when she saw the red weal on Julian’s face.

"Alright, I'll ask the driver to send you home," Julian said, "Also Mom, I'm gonna have to ask you to stop coming here for a while. Susie needs time and space t o rest."

Madam Shaw was stunned. Then, she said exasperatingly, "I can’t even come to my own son’s house?"

"This is my house, but don't forget Mom, this is also Susie's house," Julian said, "Since you don’t like Susie much, what is the point of coming here then?"

Julian rarely spoke to her with such a condescending tone. Madam Shaw froze, and she could not come around to her senses for a long time.

Looking at Madam Shaw's reaction, Julian let out a long sigh, "Mom, can you stop pushing me already?"