Chapter 238

At the reception, Alexander was pulled away by Lily, leaving Esme stranded. Reporters swarmed Esme, bombarding her with questions, and she couldn’t escape.

“Ms. Russell! What’s your take on Mrs. Tudor’s comments?”

“Ms. Russell, are you secretly dating Mr. Tudor?”

“Ms. Russell, why did you look so pale when Mrs. Tudor mentioned you becoming the Tudor family’s godchild?”

“Ms. Russell, is it true Mr. Tudor and Ms. Percy are divorcing because of you?”

“Ms. Russell, please answer our questions!”

Microphones were shoved in her face, and Esme, overwhelmed, was on the verge of tears.

Thinking about Lily wanting her as a Tudor godchild, she found it ironic. Who wants to be a godchild? I just want to be Alexander’s wife! she thought.

Just when she felt trapped, the reporters were suddenly pushed aside, and a man’s voice shouted, “Move aside!”

Esme’s eyes lit up. “Henry!”

Henry arrived with bodyguards, shielding Esme. Allen was with him. Esme, teary-eyed, rushed to Allen, crying, “Mom!”

Allen glared at the crowd. “Why are you surrounding Esme? Can’t you see she doesn’t want to be interviewed?”

Henry looked at Esme with concern.

‘Mrs. Russell! What does the Russell family have to say about the fake saffron?’

“Mr. Russell, did you know Ms. Russell gave Mrs. Tudor fake saffron?”

Amidst the questions, a man’s voice cut through, “Mrs. Russell! Did you know Ms. Russell is a mistress?”

Everyone’s attention snapped to him. Even the other reporters thought he was bold!

“If you can’t speak properly, shut your filthy mouth! Esme is a mistress? Do you have any proof?” Allen snapped, furious.

Henry sighed, “Mom, take Esme away. I’ll handle this.”

Esme glared at the male reporter, thinking, Mistress! I hate that word! I’m not a mistress! Alexander and Elizabeth have no feelings for each other; their marriage is just a formality. So I’m not a mistress!

Allen took Esme away.

In the car, Esme sobbed, “Mom, I’m not a mistress.”

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“Of course, you’re not. If it weren’t for Elizabeth, you would have married Alexander!” Allen comforted her, full of sympathy.

Allen thought, Esme and Alexander are perfect together! It’s all Elizabeth’s fault!

Esme, feeling wronged, grabbed Allen’s arm, “Mom, can you help me?”

Seeing Esme’s pitiful eyes, Allen’s heart ached. She thought, ‘If only Esme were my biological daughter, Nancy. Who knows where Nancy is now or how she’s doing? Even though Esme isn’t my biological daughter, as long as Nancy doesn’t return, I’ll protect Esme! I hope Nancy is treated well!’

“Esme, I’ll help you no matter what.” Allen tucked a stray lock of hair behind Esme’s ear, her eyes sincere.

That night, Joseph dropped Elizabeth home. The Percy family was busy cleaning. Seeing Elizabeth, everyone was happy.

“What are you doing?” Elizabeth asked Rose, who was cleaning the upstairs balcony windows. “Mom, you never do housework.”

“Cleaning out the filth!” Rose replied. “Once it’s clean, only good things will happen to our family.”