Chapter 427

Tyrone inherited Margaret's facial features, but he was more masculine and imposing.

When Margaret heard footsteps, she looked at Heather, scanning her like she was looking at merchandise.

Heather felt uncomfortable but maintained her composure. She walked over and politely said, "Mrs. Elkin, I heard you were looking for me."

Margaret put down her coffee and gave Heather an indifferent look. "Ms. Sutton, it seems you're quite privileged. It's almost eleven in the morning, and you're still in bed. Is this how you usually take care of Tyrone?"

There was a mocking tone in her voice, and Heather frowned slightly. "Mrs. Elkin, Tyrone has a lot of maids. He doesn't need me to take care of him."

Margaret sneered dismissively. "I came here today to see what kind of woman has caused so much trouble for my son. Turns out you're just average."

Heather frowned again. "What are you really trying to say?"

Margaret said coldly, "You cannot stay with Tyrone!"

Before Heather could reply, she co