The Villain Mom Awakens — Going Viral by Parenting on a Reality Show-Chapter 135: He’s Your Dad, Not Mine

When the village banquet ended, the villagers performing on stage put on a special show to send them off.

Margaret Jennings was deeply moved. Taking out a handkerchief, she dabbed at the corners of her eyes. "We’re leaving so soon. I’m actually a little sad to go."

Carina Sanders patted her on the back, comforting her. "Don’t be sad, Mom."

The tour guide walked over from another table. "Did everyone have a good meal? Did you all have fun?"

The guests all agreed in unison.

"First off, congratulations to everyone on successfully completing the final task. I believe today has been an interesting day for both the villagers of Warren Isle and all of you."

"These carefree days are always fleeting. This leg of our journey has come to an end. Please gather here tomorrow morning at eight o’clock sharp to take the private car back to Veridia."

With that, the tour guide departed.

The guests remained where they were, finding it hard to believe. Arranging a private car to take them home so easily wasn’t the production team’s usual style.

A few shouts rang out as the villagers began to clean up the area, and the guests started heading back to their own lodgings.

They hadn’t walked more than a few steps when an enthusiastic elderly woman called out, offering them a ride. Naomi Kenway thanked her before climbing into the small, green three-wheeler with Ian in her arms.

The nighttime air was cooler. A damp wind blew against their faces, bringing a chill, and Naomi Kenway held Ian a little tighter.

"You’re heading back tomorrow, aren’t you, dear? Did you have a good time here?"

The woman spoke with a heavy accent, and with the wind whipping past, Naomi Kenway had trouble making out her words. In the back, however, was the woman’s granddaughter, a girl of about five or six, who translated for Naomi in a piping, high-pitched voice using perfect Mandarin.

Naomi Kenway replied, "The scenery is beautiful, the weather is cool, and there’s so much delicious seafood. But most importantly, there are many warm and hospitable friends like you, ma’am. I really love it here."

Hearing the praise, the elderly woman beamed, grinning from ear to ear.

[I don’t get why so many people say Naomi Kenway has no social skills. I mean, she sounds fine to me. This grandma is clearly delighted.]

[Some people are just bored haters. When they can’t find any real dirt on Nina, they just make things up.]

[How did Naomi Kenway get so many stans? It’s just a persona, you guys can’t actually believe it. You’ll all regret it when she shows her true colors and your perfect idol comes crashing down.]

[Who *doesn’t* have a persona on a reality show? No matter what, Nina is a thousand times better than those shameless freeloaders who acted so high and mighty!]

...

When they reached her door, Naomi Kenway jumped out first, then lifted Ian down.

"Dear, bring your boy and come visit again when you have time!"

Naomi Kenway understood that one. "We will," she said. She turned to Ian Shaw. "Ian, say bye-bye to the nice lady and her granddaughter."

Ian Shaw was getting sleepy, but at Naomi Kenway’s words, he immediately waved his small, chubby hand and said his goodbyes in a little, milky voice.

"Mommy, sleepy... Ian is sleepy..."

Naomi Kenway had just locked the door when she saw Ian Shaw rubbing his eyes with his little hands. A second later, Ian’s face flopped right onto her shoulder. It gave Naomi a real scare. She quickly cupped his chin to check his face, breathing a sigh of relief when she saw his soft, little cheek wasn’t red from the bump.

The sound of even breathing followed. He was out in a second.

Naomi Kenway couldn’t help but smile.

In his sleep, Ian mumbled "Mommy" a couple of times. Seeming to feel a little cold, he snuggled closer to Naomi Kenway.

Naomi Kenway immediately carried him into the house.

Her son had put on some weight recently, yet he still felt almost weightless in her arms. Ian was a far cry from the scrawny boy he used to be. His skin was fair and tender, looking so supple you could almost squeeze water from it, and his little face was perfectly chubby.

’Perhaps he just has a light frame?’

They had a private doctor and nutritionist at home, and Ian was perfectly healthy by all accounts. Naomi Kenway reined in her wandering thoughts.

The next morning, Naomi Kenway was woken by Ian. She struggled to open her eyes and wiped her face. Sure enough, it was covered in drool. ’No wonder it felt so damp and chilly.’

SMACK! Ian planted another wet kiss on Naomi Kenway’s left cheek.

When he saw Naomi Kenway’s eyes open, he couldn’t hide the delight in his voice. "Mommy, you’re awake!"

Naomi Kenway sat up, intending to scold him for drooling on her face. But looking into his big, sparkling eyes, all her morning grumpiness vanished.

"What time is it?"

It was broad daylight outside. Naomi Kenway glanced at her watch—it was already seven. It seemed she had overslept.

Since they had a long journey ahead, Naomi Kenway still made breakfast for Ian.

After finishing all the packing, Naomi Kenway led Ian out of the house by the hand. Before they left, she asked the cameraman to take a photo of her and Ian together.

It was a souvenir from their fourth stop.

[This season is over so fast! Nina, can you post the photo on your blog? I want to save it as my wallpaper, I’m begging you.]

[Hahaha, this has to be the most relaxed trip home the guests have ever had. Knowing the production team’s usual tricks, I was sure they’d make them compete for their tickets back.]

[It’s been a long journey. Nina, make sure you and Ian get some good rest once you’re home.]

[Hahaha, the food there really is amazing. I noticed Jared Woods’s face has gotten rounder. A minute ago he was whining about not wanting to leave. He’s forgotten all about going home, haha!]

...

The private cars dispatched by the production team took them to the airport. Each group had their own car, so it was much quieter.

To avoid the crowds, the guests left through a private exit.

The cameras were gone. This installment of the show was officially over.

After bidding farewell to the other guests, Naomi Kenway led Ian toward the exit. She had no other work scheduled for the day and planned to take Ian Shaw straight home.

After waiting for a little while, her family’s driver still hadn’t arrived. Naomi Kenway glanced around, about to hail a cab with Ian, when she heard a faint voice call out from behind her.

Naomi Kenway turned around and saw, to her surprise, Jeanette Kensington. And on her arm was her boyfriend, Caleb Bishop.

Annoyance instantly flickered in Naomi Kenway’s eyes, and she turned away again. Ian twisted his little face away, too.

"Nicole, is your driver not here yet? Tell you what, Caleb came to pick me up. Why don’t you ride with us? It’s on the way," Jeanette Kensington offered warmly.

Caleb Bishop looked as if he wanted to speak, but he held his tongue.

Jeanette Kensington grabbed Naomi Kenway’s arm, forcing her to turn back around. Naomi shoved her hand away.

"I don’t think that’s necessary. We’re not nearly close enough for that."

"But... we’re sisters. Blood is thicker than water, after all. I don’t want things to be so tense between us."

"Blood is thicker than water?" Naomi Kenway sneered. "You mean Jackson Kensington’s blood? The same filthy blood that isn’t even worth mentioning?"

"How can you just call our father by his full name?"

"Because I want to. He’s *your* father, not mine!"

"You’re still so rebellious." Jeanette Kensington sighed, her delicate brows furrowing in a way that would make anyone pity her.

She glanced pointedly at Caleb Bishop, only to find him staring, transfixed, at Naomi Kenway.

"Caleb Bishop!"

Her voice was laced with fury and fear.