C34 Who Was That Night?

Who was that night?

Dempsey Wilson didn't expect this woman not only had a bad temper, but also a tough mouth. She looked like she deserved a beating.

Clarie Scott also felt that the atmosphere in the living room had become weird.

Weird, she came here to compete with him for the custody of two children … Oh, no, she had come to take the child home.

How did it become a discussion of his durability?

They've gone off topic

"Quickly hand my daughter over, I want to take them home." Realizing the seriousness of the situation, Clarie Scott requested solemnly and righteously.

"This is their home. You really don't want to stay here. You just have to leave." Seeing how determined she was, Dempsey Wilson's attitude turned cold and unyielding.

Clarie Scott sat down on the sofa and said with a cold expression, "If you don't return the child to me, then I won't go anywhere."

"I'll have the servants clean up a room for you …"

Clarie Scott stood up abruptly and glared at him. She said word by word, "I want to take the child away."

"That's up to the children. They have their own opinions. As parents, we should respect their decisions." Dempsey Wilson was so angry that his eyes turned red, as if he was about to cry. He could only lower his brows and stop trying to be tough with her.

He would not forget what his son had said before he left. Don't bully their mommy.

If she cried and the children came back, he didn't know how to explain it to them.

Clarie Scott actually felt that Dempsey Wilson's words made a lot of sense. Indeed, the children should be brought in and left to make their own decisions.

Therefore, she immediately requested, "Have your men bring them here right now."

"I believe that my son is happily playing with toys. My daughter is also tasting delicious food right now, so they won't be able to come for a while." Dempsey Wilson purposely angered her.

Clarie Scott bit her lower lip angrily, her eyes turning even redder.

This bastard had relied on his power and influence to bring her children here in such a vile manner.

Now, it was abominable not to let her see the children.

"Now, should we talk about when we slept?"

Dempsey Wilson sat down on the sofa in front of her lazily like an emperor. His long legs were folded, making him look both arrogant and noble.

When he spoke, his voice was low and deep, yet it also carried an oppressing pressure that was not angered.

Clarie Scott's body froze, and a cold feeling rose from the bottom of her heart.

The events of that night had followed her like a nightmare, and she didn't want to talk about it again for the rest of her life.

However, this man was too cruel. He had openly opened her wound.

"I don't recall having sex with a woman. Except for that night …" Dempsey Wilson was very clear about his private life, so he was sure that he only slept with a woman of unknown origin for one night to save his life.

But, shouldn't that woman be Alice Scott?

How could it be Clarie Scott who was pregnant with his child?

Could it be that he was playing a three p game that night?

While Dempsey Wilson was lost in his thoughts, Clarie Scott cursed, "You're just a beast. You stole my innocence, but now you still want to steal my child. You're even worse than a beast …"

"Stop scolding me first. Tell me honestly, was the person I slept with that night you or Alice Scott?" How could a shrewd man like Dempsey Wilson not understand the truth?