Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance novel Chapter 1517

“Where? You’re the meanest mom ever!”

At the Jiang house, Henry’s cries echoed through Grandpa’s living room.

The little guy—face blotchy and red, eyes brimming with tears—pointed his finger at his mom and wailed.

Mia, gripping two shredded sheets of paper, glared at him, her eyes practically sparking. Naomi and Hansen hovered nearby, trying to play peacemakers.

Mia jabbed her finger at her son’s chubby, pouty face. “You can’t even say ‘mean mom’ right, and you’re calling me names? If anything, I went easy on you!”

Naomi hurried to pull her nephew outside, but the stubborn little guy—just like his dad—planted his feet and refused. “Waaah! Mommy hit me!”

Hansen sighed and pulled out his phone, dialing the Cedillo Group’s boss. “Hey, Andre, things are wild over here. Your family’s at it again.”

Andre: “…”

Half an hour later.

Andre sped home, barely stopping for breath. “Henry, what did you get up to this time?” Honestly, if his son didn’t stir up trouble at least twice a day, it felt like something was off.

Henry—tiny, sulking, and holding his hands over his mouth—stood in the corner, looking downright pitiful.

Mia’s voice was thick with tears—not the fake, attention-seeking kind, but genuine frustration and hurt. “Honey, look! I worked my tail off for two years for this grad school acceptance letter. School’s about to start, and as I was getting my stuff together, your son ripped it in half!”

Her voice wobbled as she got more worked up. “I was so worried he’d do something like this, I put it up in the cupboard. But nope, he climbed up there and tore it up anyway.”

No one else in the family dared say a word—Henry was clearly in the wrong, and Mia had every right to be upset.

This was one of those disasters only Andre could handle. After all, it was his circus, his monkeys.

Andre took the two torn pieces from Mia and looked over at his little troublemaker.

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