Goodbye, Ex-husband! I’m Pregnant with Your Uncle’s Child!
Chapter 172 Hundred Days Feast 4

Chapter 172: Chapter 172 Hundred Days Feast 4

As Julia’s mind went blank,

a hand steadied her waist.

"Little Pear, you almost scared me to death," the man supported Julia, wrapping his arms around her waist and asked with furrowed brows with concern, "Are you okay?"

Fortunately, he had arrived just in time.

Otherwise...

Meanwhile, Noah had called out too late with his warning, watching from behind them.

Jasmine and the others were taken aback at seeing the man holding Julia.

Blake took a few steps forward with a smile, "Mr. Thompson, thank you. If it weren’t for your timely intervention, my woman would have fallen."

"Your woman?" the man asked with ambiguous meaning.

*

"Yes, my woman," Blake said with a sly smile.

"The mother of my child, my woman, when did she become yours? I wasn’t aware," the man asked Blake with a gentle smile, his eyes darkening.

"Where did you come from, you ugly toad, thinking you can covet swan meat?"

The atmosphere was getting a bit strange now.

Was this woman one kept by James Thompson?

Blake was stunned.

Hadn’t the Thompson Family just acknowledged Chloe today?

Blake was scared; he’d only heard that this woman was a mistress, but hadn’t inquired about which man was keeping her.

After all, in Capital City, except for avoiding the Thompson, Lewis, and Moore families, his own family, the Lincoln’s, could walk with their heads held high.

The Moore Family were archenemies of the Thompsons, so it was impossible for their people to show up today, and with a woman at the helm of the Lewis Family, it was unlikely for a woman to keep another.

He excluded the Thompson Family as well.

After all, today they acknowledged Chloe.

He would never have guessed that James Thompson would allow a mistress to attend the banquet.

Julia pinched the hand around her waist, squeezing hard.

The man quickly let go, flashing her a placating smile.

With indifference in her eyes, Julia asked, "James Thompson, everyone thinks I’m the mistress. Tell me, what am I to you?"

Holding Eleanor, Chloe came over to find James and happened to hear Julia’s questioning.

Chloe began to regret, wishing she hadn’t sent Julia the invitation. She had thought that upon seeing their united family standing on stage, Julia would be unable to bear it and would choose to leave the banquet.

But she didn’t leave...

Julia sneered, "James Thompson, is this question so hard to answer?"

The man looked down at the angry woman and laughed gently, "Of course you’re not a mistress, you are my woman."

"A woman you sleep with?"

"...Girlfriend!"

"What about her?" Julia pointed at Chloe, "What’s your relationship with her? You just announced your happy news; I heard it! You scumbag, are you trying to have your cake and eat it too?"

The man saw Julia’s angry reaction and felt a twinge of unease. He instinctively replied, "To be honest with her... I’m not that familiar."

This answer was a bit outrageous, and the crowd was also confused.

In a low voice, Celeste asked, "Not familiar? You have a child together and you’re not familiar?"

The man shot a cold glance toward the talkative Celeste.

Julia also heard Celeste’s comment. She wasn’t facing the real James Thompson; otherwise, she would have been heartbroken to the point of suffocation.

She laughed lightly, once again showcasing her acting skills, "Will you choose to marry me, or to marry Chloe?"

Chloe was extremely nervous, clutching her daughter tightly.

But when she caught a glimpse of Noah, her anxious expression instantly turned into a smile.

Suddenly, she interjected, "Miss Land, there’s something that you might as well come clean about."

Everyone’s gaze shifted to Chloe.

"I didn’t want to burst your bubble on such a joyous day, but since things have come to this, we should clear the air in front of everyone."

"Miss Land, you’re pregnant, aren’t you?" Chloe asked.

Eliza somehow had also arrived to join the throng, eagerly answering on behalf of Julia, "Yes, she’s pregnant, I guarantee it."

Noah swept a cold glance at his foolish sister, warning her, "Shut up, this isn’t your business."

Pouting her red lips, Eliza also hunched her shoulders to enjoy the show and stopped talking.

Chloe didn’t necessarily need Julia’s answer, she continued, "Are you certain the child in your stomach is James Thompson’s?"

To Julia, it sounded like a bitter joke, "What, you want to sling mud at me? Of course, the child in my stomach is James’."

Chloe smirked slightly and shook her head, "I’m certain the twins are James’, but it’s hard to say about the child you’re currently carrying. I heard you were kidnapped and went missing for a long time before you found out you were pregnant."

Julia stared fixedly at Chloe.

This woman implied the child in her stomach might not be James’.

Noah frowned, "Miss Sullivan, be careful with your accusations."

Chloe nodded, "Sorry, I just had some doubts."

"The child in Little Pear’s stomach is definitely mine," the man said coldly, looking at Chloe.

Chloe gave an embarrassed smile, "Brother Thompson, I just had some doubts."

After all, she had said what she wanted to; everyone knew now.

*

Outside the hotel of the hundred-day banquet, numerous cars stopped, with countless bodyguards descending one after the other.

Jasper Winters got out of the car, pulling open the door while a bodyguard retrieved a wheelchair from the trunk.

James Thompson stepped out of the vehicle.

The man’s figure was tall and lean, slightly thin but not excessively frail, with an air of nobility clearly about him.

He wore a mask, his eyes sharp and piercing.