But my mom insisted on going along, as it concerned her thirty-year marriage. She couldn't bear the thought of not meeting that vixen herself.

It seems like... this is something I inherited from my mom? In my previous life, I also tried my best to find Emilia, but unfortunately, Frederic had too many tricks up his sleeve, and I couldn't possibly outsmart him.

I nodded, "Okay, let's go together."

My mom gave me a number. If she called and Ashlee intentionally didn't answer, then call using my number.

After a few rings, someone answered the phone and a woman's voice came through, "Hello, who is this?"

"I am Jensen's daughter. Come out, let's meet and talk." I got straight to the point, without wasting any words.

"Okay." Unexpectedly, Ashlee agreed.

After arranging the time and place, I hung up the phone and said to my mother, "Mom, take a good rest today. Let's meet her tomorrow. She might be trying to extort some money, deliberately blackmailing my dad."

A layer of sadness clouded my mom's face as she nodded heavily.

I didn't go anywhere that day. I just stayed at home and talked with my mom, trying to make her a little happier. After my dad came back in the evening, the whole family had a silent dinner and then went to sleep to rest.

My mom didn't want to sleep in the same bed as my dad, so she came to my room and slept with me.

I finally fell asleep after my mom and I had been talking for most of the night. In a daze, I heard her sighs, once, twice, three, four times. I knew she hadn't slept at all during the second half of the night.

The next morning, my mom and I arrived at the agreed location, a café.

Ashlee's temperament is actually quite good. She has a great figure and looks younger than my mom. She appears very attractive. After she saw us coming, she didn't say anything, just showed a smug smile.

"Let's not beat around the bush. I know those photos are fake. What do you really want?" I expressed my strong dislike for this woman, getting straight to the point.

"Ms. Scott, if you think those photos are fake, you can have someone authenticate them to see if they have been photographed," Ashlee replied calmly.

My mom had been enduring. She was also a lady of high social standing, emphasizing her image and manners. However, when her beloved husband got involved in some unclear affair with the seductive vixen in front of her, even my mom couldn't hold back any longer. Suddenly, she stood up and slapped the vixen across the not-so-wide table.

Ashlee was hit and her head turned to one side. She immediately covered her face and stared at my mom with a malicious and sinister look in her eyes.

"What were you trying to do by getting my husband drunk and taking those photos?!" My mom pointed at Ashlee, her aura not weakened in the slightest.

Actually, my mom knew in her heart that my dad didn't do those things, otherwise she wouldn't have said that Ashlee intentionally got my dad drunk and took photos. She just couldn't accept that the man she had trusted for thirty years would give another woman the chance to come between them.

Ashlee let go of her hand, and the palm print appeared on her face. There was a wild ambition in her eyes, and I could see it very clearly.

Ashlee stood up, holding her bag, completely disregarding her swollen cheek. She had a triumphant expression on her face and said, "What do I want to do? I want you two to get divorced. Who let me have your husband's child in my belly?"

After finishing speaking, Ashlee took out an inspection report from her bag and threw it on the table before leaving.

I clearly felt that my mom's body stiffened, staring straight at the paper on the table without any reaction.