Chapter 690
“And he said his outfit would definitely look good on me p>
“I was just stating a fact p>
“But when I wanted to trade with him, he wouldn’t p>
“Why should I trade with you p>
Hubert wailed, “He won’t trade with me, but he still says his clothes would look better on me! He’s bullying me! He’s a mean brother p>
Julian had his own logic. “Everything I said is true, but that’s not a reason for me to have to trade clothes with you. And you always throw tantrums, which I really don’t like p>
“I don’t care! I want your clothes p>
“See? You’re just a spoiled brat p>
Penelope’s head was throbbing. These two fought over the most ridiculous things every single day, often multiple times a day.
She was numb to it. She pointed at Hubert first. “You are wearing that outfit. Do not take it off p>
Then she pointed at Julian. “And you, be quiet. Stop provoking him p>
Hubert was scared of his mother. Though still feeling wronged, he obediently re- buttoned his shirt. Julian looked defiant but didn’t dare say anything more and quietly shut his mouth.
With the boys settled, Penelope hurried back to put on some light makeup, and then they left.
Zenith Group’s gala was being held at one of their own hotels. When Penelope arrived at the ballroom with the two children, most of the guests were already there. Harold was waiting for them at the entrance and led them to the head table.
Penelope settled the boys into their chairs and was about to move away when Mr. Stapleton Sr. called her back, telling her to sit down as well.
“I don’t think that’s appropriate p>
This table was reserved for the Stapletons. Since she and Theodore were divorced, it was highly inappropriate for her to sit here, especially with so many people watching.
“There’s nothing inappropriate about
it. Regardless of what’s between her and Theodore, she is Hubert and
Julian’s mother, and a member of the Stapleton family p>
Before Penelope could protest further, Hubert pulled her down into the chair and whispered in her ear, “I’m staying wherever Mommy is p>
This little one had no concept of social etiquette and could throw a tantrum at any moment.
She tapped Hubert on the forehead and had no choice but to sit. The moment she did, countless eyes turned toward their table.
The divorced Theodore was a prime catch in the eyes of many parents with daughters. They all hoped to marry their girls off to him, so they were filled with speculation,. curiosity, and ever hostility toward the woman who had suddenly taken a seat at the head table.
Penelope remained composed until Theodore sat down next to her and frowned at her presence.
Penelope shifted uncomfortably in her seat. “It’s not like I wanted to sit here.” “Sit still and don’t fidget p>
Theodore was pouring a drink for Hubert, so it was unclear if he was talking to Penelope or his son. But Hubert immediately piped up, want to sit between Mommy and Daddy p>
Julian shot him a look. “The adults are here. Don’t make a scene p>
Hubert retorted angrily, “You’re just my brother, not my dad! Why are you always bossing me around p>
“I’m the big brother. It’s on me now p>
“What do you mean?” Hubert asked.
Julian looked at him with disdain. “This is what happens when you don’t study. You can’t even understand simple words p>
With that little squabble, Hubert forgot about wanting to sit in the middle.
However, he soon spilled his drink all over himself, and Penelope had to take him to the restroom to clean up.
As they passed the entrance, she caught a glimpse of a figure that looked like Yvonne.