The President’s Stubborn Love

“As you arrange.” The look in Arthur’s brow didn’t change half as much as he obediently gave the matter to Lousie and summoned the butler, “Get started.”

The Henry Family birthday dinner was officially opened.

Guests raised their glasses to congratulate Mr. Bill on his longevity and the Henry Family juniors stood up in a row to present congratulatory gifts.

If there was anyone who kept a cold face throughout, it was Aaron.

Lousie looked like a loving stepmother, pulling Nola to sit beside her, taking off the hundreds of thousands of dollars bracelet and putting it directly on Nola’s wrist, “From now on, you are my daughter-in-law, you must live a good life with Aaron, if he treats you badly, you can sue him at home.”

“Thank you, Auntie.” Nola’s eyes were self-consciously shy.

Mr. and Mrs. Garcia are happy.

No one, not a single person, has ever asked Aaron’s wishes.

Nola had been in the Henry Family for two days and had been so happy to be there, and now that Lousie had given her such an expensive gift, she was already in a daze, and when she looked back, she saw Aaron’s cold face, and her heart was wracked with hate.

Taking the opportunity to go to the bathroom, Nola casually called out to one of the Henry Family’s maids, “Go upstairs and invite Monica down, and, by the way, get that Shen caretaker to come too.”

The maid was a little taken aback, “But Master Aaron has instructed that Miss Monica is not to be allowed in the front room.”

Nola curled her lips and smiled softly, “I’m his fiancée, my word, is his word.”

With that, she walked back with her skirt in her hand.© 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

Tonight, Aaron is going to hate Sherry.

Sherry walked to the door of the room and saw a couple of maids trying to pull Monica into a wheelchair, with Kirsty by her side to stop her.

“Sherry, come and help!”

“We are also following orders, so you should stop resisting.” The servants were also tired and dropped their faces, “If you are blamed later, you two won’t be able to eat.”

Monica stared at them angrily with a clear look of reluctance.

“On whose orders?” Sherry walked over and was the first to check Monica’s injuries, carefully taking her hand, “Don’t worry, I wouldn’t let them lay a finger on you even if I risked my life.”

In the dim light, Monica looked at her with a light smile.

Sherry looked at the servants, “Say something, which of the Henry Family’s masters and wives, or young ladies, are the orders? Don’t forget, Monica is also the lady of the house.”

Sherry may be dressed simply, but her words speak loudly and her aura is unmistakable.

The maid who had come to deliver the message immediately frowned, “It’s Young Master Aaron!”

At the time, that’s what Nola said.

Sherry and Kirsty looked at each other, this was different from what Aaron had instructed beforehand, was there a change because he was getting engaged to Nola?

“Either that, or do what they say.” Kirsty compromised.

Sherry sighed helplessly and bent down, carefully helping Monica to arrange her evening dress for the evening, spreading the large hemline, over the wheelchair.

“We’ll just go for a little while, show up and come back, okay?” She took Monica’s hand gently.

This way the three headed for the hall.

Sherry had no idea that Monica’s presence would attract a lot of attention.

The guests whispered sideways when they saw Monica.

In the distance, Nola even exclaimed, “Sherry, why did you take it upon yourself to push Monica out here!”

She trotted over and shielded Monica’s face with her shawl.

“You knew there would be a lot of reporters coming over tonight and you let Monica show her face, are you trying to get her killed?”

Sherry’s hand clutching the wheelchair tightened with a boom.

She immediately pushed Monica and was about to turn back.

Behind her, all that remained was Nola’s scolding voice, “Even if the news of Aaron’s engagement to me irritated you, you can’t be this vindictive, what a snake’s heart.”

Sherry felt a cold, harsh glare fall on her back and she didn’t dare stop, pushing Monica out of sight.

Kirsty ran to catch up, covered in sweat.

“It’s over, it must be the maids …”

“You take Monica back first.”

She was uneasy.

Nola set her up to trick her into bringing Monica out, and there may be more to come.

Kirsty said yes and pushed Monica up the stairs first, and they had just rounded the corner when several journalists came up behind Sherry.

The journalists invited by the Henry Family to cover the birthday party are gathered in the front room and will not be here.

These people, who had obviously been tipped off, were blocking the area.

“That was Monica, the illegitimate daughter of the Henry Family, wasn’t it?”

“What is her mental state now, I hear she has never moved on from the previous incident, is she presenting herself in this capacity to gain sympathy from the outside world and compete for the Henry Family fortune?”

These were the most infuriating words Sherry had ever heard in her life.

A flash of anger swept across the bottom of her eyes.

Then without thinking, he rushed over and pressed the journalist’s camera, and the next second, his hand grabbed onto his face and scratched it hard.

A mess.

Numerous hands pulled her backwards.

But Sherry swung her arms as hard as she could like a madman, exerting all her strength …

Not only does she want to take a stand for Monica, but she also wants to draw all the attention to herself so that she can cover up the news of Monica’s appearance at the birthday party.

So that Monica can return home to recuperate in peace and quiet.

As for her, she has long been discredited, so why pity her?

By the time Sherry was forcibly pulled away by the Henry Family maids, her clothes were frayed, her hair was unmistakably straggly, and there was blood and hair on one hand.

She really put her life on the line to protect Monica.

“Ah, I’ll sue you for intentional injury!” The journalist was lying on the ground and kept screaming miserably.

The news reached the front room and Alex raised an eyebrow and said casually, “Aaron, the man you brought with you, go deal with it and don’t cause any trouble for the family.”

Aaron has a cold frown on his face.

Mr. Bill didn’t say anything, but Arthur dropped his chopsticks straight away, “Why don’t you go now?”

Next to her, Wayne immediately advised gently, “They’re all outsiders, it’s not worth getting upset about.”

Aaron’s long legs had just taken half a step away when he heard the words, his face sank and he quickened his pace.

He thought Monica was there, implicated, and when he rushed over, he couldn’t hide the anxiety in his eyes, but all he saw was Sherry sitting on the floor with her head hanging in a state of distress.

The journalists, on the other hand, gathered together and mobbed her end masse.

“I heard you’ve been Aaron’s mistress for years and now that he’s marrying someone else, you’re so irritated you’ve just lost your mind and gone insane?”

“That’s ridiculous, don’t even look at your own background, can you be worthy of Aaron?”

The reporter who was bruised by Sherry, rubbing the bruises on his face, shouted in pain, “Yuck, Aaron is just the bastard son of Henry Family!”

As he uttered these words, the bastard son of Henry Family, as he called him, stood a short distance away in the shadows, watching him coldly.

“Aaron Swift?”