Chapter 4

Hearing my voice, Vanessa paused.

A moment later, she scoffed.

"Call Damian? Do you even deserve to? Who do you think you are?"

I forced a playful smile onto my lips.

"Are you scared?"

Before Vanessa could respond, her employees quickly stepped forward to insult me.

"Ms. Hayes is the legitimate Mrs. Dawson, what is there to be scared of?"

"I think you're just tough-talking even when you're at death's door. You want to call Mr. Dawson? Does Mr. Dawson even know who you are?"

"I advise you to apologize now, otherwise, when Mr. Dawson arrives, you'll be in for a world of hurt."

Vanessa's expression told me she clearly knew of my existence.

Which meant this humiliation of my daughter today was entirely deliberate on her part.

I ignored the mockery of those around me and looked straight at Vanessa.

"Vanessa, I'm Scarlett Stone. You know me, right?"

"Or are you afraid to let me call Damian?"

A flicker of annoyance crossed Vanessa's eyes.

But before she could speak, her sycophantic employees quickly jumped in to defend her.

"What's Ms. Hayes got to be afraid of? Stop trying to be mysterious!"

"Ms. Hayes, let her call! What's a Scarlett? Mr. Dawson couldn't possibly know a crazy woman like this!"

"I'm telling you, when Mr. Dawson gets here, don't you dare beg on your knees."

Cornered by her own employees, Vanessa had no choice. She gritted her teeth and looked at me.

"Go ahead and call. I'd like to see what magic you can pull off."

The security guards immediately released me.

I endured the intense pain, trying to control the trembling in my hands as I dialed Damian's number.

After several calls went straight to voicemail, Vanessa's face broke into a triumphant smile.

"Scarlett, what are you doing?"

"Looks like no one's picking up your calls. I gave you a chance..."

Vanessa hadn't even finished speaking when Damian finally answered the phone.

"Are you crazy? I'm driving, why are you calling me so many times...?"

I cut Damian off directly.

"I asked you to look after our daughter at home. Where are you?"

"Do you know where Belle and I are right now?"

Damian's tone was full of impatience.

"If you have something going on, does that mean I can't?

"Belle's at home with the nanny, what are you worried about? Stop being so demanding."

"Alright, I'm driving now. Whatever it is, we'll talk about it tonight when I get back."

Before I could say anything more, Damian hung up.

Seeing my expression, everyone present couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"Hahahaha, this woman's act is falling apart. Look at her, it's hilarious."

"Who knows who she was even calling? She still has the nerve to call herself Mrs. Dawson, trying to be a mistress in front of the real wife?"

"Don't insult Mr. Dawson and Ms. Hayes! Mr. Dawson would have to be blind to choose this woman, okay?"

Vanessa, beaming with pride, squatted in front of me.

She grabbed my hair, forcing me to look directly at her.

"Bitch, what do you have to say for yourself now?"

"You've called, you've tried to find help. What other tricks do you have up your sleeve?"

Seizing this opportunity, I secretly pressed the emergency call button on my phone.

Damian as my savior?

Vanessa still underestimated me.