Chapter 302 Ignore Your Brother’s Bad Temper

Rocky felt thoroughly humiliated after being scolded by a woman, especially since he’d never been known for his patience.

“Lydia, who do you think you are? Just a piece of trash I’ve used up, and you dare to curse me out? Damn it!”

When Lydia heard Rocky’s crude words, her face instantly drained of color. She shouted into the phone, “Shut up! Stop spouting nonsense!”

“Nonsense? Back when you were beneath me, you were…”

At that moment, Malcolm and Bianca walked in from the hallway. Seeing Lydia shouting at the phone, Malcolm asked, “Lydia, who are you talking to?”

“Nobody… nothing,” Lydia stammered, quickly hanging up in her panic. Malcolm didn’t press further. Instead, he noticed Lydia’s swollen belly. “You’re pregnant?”

Lydia nodded.

The Stone family had heard about the kidnapping, so they came early in the morning to visit her. Malcolm said with genuine delight, “That’s great! Take good care of yourself. When the baby’s born, you’ll really hold your head high in the Aniston family.”

Lydia bit her lip, struggling with her unspoken troubles. She hadn’t told her family about the divorce drama with Dalton. Of course, she couldn’t tell Malcolm that Dalton wasn’t thrilled about the baby and had even suggested she get an abortion.

Being a woman, Bianca was more perceptive than Malcolm. Noticing Dalton’s absence, she asked, “You’re carrying Dalton’s child. Why is it so quiet here? Where’s Dalton? Why isn’t he here with you?”

Lydia lowered her head slightly. “He had to leave for something.”

Malcolm said, sensing something was off, “What could be more important than being with his pregnant wife? Even if he’s busy, what about the rest of the Aniston family? Where’s his mother? Why haven’t I seen any of their servants?”

Lydia bit her lip again. “I prefer peace and quiet. I didn’t want any servants around.”

Bianca clearly didn’t buy that. She felt Lydia was hiding something. “Lydia, is the Aniston family treating you poorly?”

Lydia’s eyes welled up with tears. Malcolm immediately grasped the situation. “This is outrageous. The Aniston family can’t treat my daughter like this. Do they think we’re nobody?”

Malcolm was about to storm out, ready to confront the Aniston family. Just then, John, leaning against the doorframe, spoke up. “Lydia’s just a mistress. What kind of family do you think the Aniston family is? They’d be nuts to care about her.”

“Watch your mouth about your sister!” Malcolm glared at John.

John smirked. “Sister? She’s no sister of mine. I don’t have any mistresses as my sister.”

Malcolm was taken aback. “You…”

John, as arrogant as ever, made a rude gesture toward Lydia with a sneer. Malcolm, despite his irritation, couldn’t bring himself to be harsh with John. John’s comment had, however, calmed Malcolm down a bit. He knew better than to start trouble with the Aniston family at this moment.

“Lydia, ignore your brother’s bad temper. He’s just joking around. Don’t let it get to you.”

Lydia’s face was a mix of anger and distress, her stomach aching from the stress.