---- Chapter 2 Samuel frowned at me before responding coldly, " I don't know you, miss. While I pride myself on my civility, I won't tolerate repeated slander against my wife and son. Our company's legal team isn't just for show!" Kaylee puffed up with anger and disbelief. "Dad, what are you saying? You don't recognize me and Mom anymore?" The crowd around us burst into laughter. "Little girl, you're getting carried away with your act. Before Mr. Crawford takes more drastic measures, you should grab your mother and leave. Luminous Enterprise isn't something ordinary people like you can mess with!" Even Kaylee's classmates began to show their disgust. "Kaylee, how can you be so revolting? You seemed so well-mannered, but you're actually so conniving." ---- Kaylee grabbed Samuel's sleeve, pleading to him, " Dad, what's wrong with you? Why are you saying you don't know us? Stand up for me and Mom! Can't you hear how horribly they're talking about Mom?" Samuel roughly shook off our daughter's hand, causing her to stumble backward. Her face crumpled with hurt. Meanwhile, Monica interlaced her fingers with Samuel's, giving me a blatantly provocative look. l immediately understood. Monica knew exactly who I was. I then quickly reached for Kaylee's hand. "Kaylee, remember my words. From now on, you don't have a father anymore." As I finished speaking, Samuel's brow furrowed almost imperceptibly. Moments later, my phone vibrated again. ---- "Claire, I've already explained to you that I'm just being Milo's father for one day. Where's your empathy? If I acknowledged your identity, how would Monica and Milo face everyone afterward? How would Milo continue to go to school?" "Tf you hadn't insisted on making a scene, none of this would have happened. You deserve the criticism you're getting. Take our daughter home and reflect on your behavior!" I could not help but smirk coldly. It seemed his time as general manager had made him forget who had granted him that power in the first place. At that moment, the teacher organizing the activity hurried over to mediate, announcing that the fun run activity was about to begin at the sports field. As we walked toward the stadium, Monica brushed past me with a smug smile. "Trophy wives like you are meant to be discarded. Only career-oriented women like me deserve successful