My Babies, My Love

Chapter 76

Patricia’s gaze dimmed as she listened to this woman’s diatribes. Meanwhile, her neighbors had

gathered to see the drama.

Honestly, she didn’t mind people pointing their fingers at her, but what do they see of her babies?

Would they think they were b*stards? Love children?

Furious with rage, Patricia balled her hands into fists, having the urge to knock that odious woman

out cold as to shut her up.

Gwen, on the other hand, grew haughty by the second, after noticing that people had gathered.

“You guys better watch out. This woman may be young, but she’s promiscuous. Imagine if she

manages to seduce your husbands and sons; your families will be done for!”

Having had enough of this, Josephine came forward and pointed at Gwen. “Shut up! Who do you

think you are to slander Tricia like this? She’s a lovely woman, not someone you said to be!”

Patricia stood petrified, not knowing how to defend herself. Fortunately, Josephine stood up for

her, and suddenly she had the confidence to fight back. At that, she charged toward Gwen, but

because bodyguards stood in between, she couldn’t get close to Gwen.

“Gwen Hough, you’re a homewrecker yourself. You have no right to slander me like this.”

With that, Patricia threw herself at her stepmother, but the bodyguards still managed to stop her.

Josephine helped out too, but she was no match for the strong bodyguards, and she nearly fell

from their push.

Patricia hurriedly grabbed Josephine. “Mrs. Zimmers, are you okay?”

“You motherf*cking…” thundered a neighbor seeing how haughty these outsiders were being, and

with that, they attacked the four bodyguards Gwen brought.

Gwen, on the other hand, retreated in fright, never expecting Patricia’s neighbors to stand up for

her.

Meanwhile, Patricia went to her backyard, grabbed a broom, and chased after Gwen, whacking the

woman using the brush.

Gwen was defenseless, and at this point, her hair had become disheveled, her clothes were

soiled, and her face had even suffered injuries. “Help! Someone help me!” she cried out, sitting on

the floor.

The four bodyguards didn’t fare any better than Gwen as well by the end of the brawl, and they

ultimately escorted Gwen away from the neighborhood.

Patricia thought it felt good to see Gwen and her men all disheveled and humiliated. She had

wanted to retaliate all these years but didn’t have the power to do so. How could she when she

could barely keep their little family afloat? So, the retaliation became back-burnered, and now that

the opportunity presented itself to her, she thought it felt good to show Gwen she wasn’t a

pushover.

She found herself smiling in the midst of her pants. “Tricia, who was that? She sure was nasty.”

It was apparent that that woman had come especially to defame Tricia. What a wicked woman.

A slightly exhausted Patricia held Josephine’s arm and answered with a smile, “She’s my

stepmother. The one that forced me out of my home.”

Josephine nodded in acknowledgment, having a picture of the situation. I knew it! That crow is

wicked!

The neighbors standing beside Patricia and Josephine backed Patricia up upon hearing her words.

“Don’t be afraid, Tricia. Just holler at us if you ever need help.”

“Yeah, we all know what you’re really like. We won’t believe a word others say.”

“We’ll beat that nasty woman again if she still dares to come over.”

Touched by their words, Patricia gave them a bow. “Thank you, guys! Really, from the bottom of

my heart.”

Patricia had been staying in Snowflake Lane for three years. Because she was amiable and would

greet her neighbors whenever they bumped into each other, they would get together and chat or

whatnot over time. So, she was pretty close with her neighbors.

After the episode, everyone returned home and she helped Josephine to prepare the vegetables in

the kitchen.

It suddenly hit her that her neighbors treated her better than her family. At least, they would make All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

an effort to get to know her and believe her. But her family? Neither her father nor her grandfather

believed in her, thinking she was solely to blame.

She sighed at that. Though what happened six years ago ruined her life, she didn’t regret giving

birth to her babies even for a second. She would raise them up well and see that they were no

different from other children.