The Villain Mom Awakens — Going Viral by Parenting on a Reality Show

Chapter 457 - 459: Caleb Bishop Arrested for Illegal Fundraising

Jackson Kensington’s brow furrowed. He hung his head, not daring to meet Naomi Kenway’s gaze.

Naomi Kenway knew he remembered. A laugh escaped her lips. "Seeing you in such a miserable state puts my mind at ease. I came here today to tell you that I’m doing great. My life is wonderful without you."

With those words, Naomi took Ian Shaw’s hand and turned to leave.

A voice called out from behind her. "Wait..."

Naomi turned back, looking at him with a puzzled expression.

Ian Shaw turned with her, his little face taut, his eyes filled with unconcealed disgust.

Jackson Kensington looked up. At some point, tears had begun to stream down his face.

Naomi remained completely unmoved. Jackson Kensington had brought all of this on himself. He didn’t deserve anyone’s pity.

Jackson Kensington’s lips trembled as he spoke. "I... I want to hold his hand. May I?"

His gaze fell on Ian Shaw, his eyes pleading.

Looking at Ian Shaw’s face, which bore a slight resemblance to Naomi’s, Jackson’s eyes grew wetter. The older he got, the more he understood that being surrounded by children and grandchildren was far more moving than possessing immense wealth. But now, he had lost everything—both money and family.

He stared at Ian Shaw as if looking at some kind of extension of himself.

Ian shook his head decisively. "No! You’re a bad guy! Ian won’t shake your hand! You bullied Mommy and yelled at Mommy! You’re a big, bad guy! Ian hates you!"

Naomi smiled, picking up Ian Shaw. "That’s right, son. Let’s go home. Grandma is waiting for us!"

As told, Ian Shaw wrapped his arms around Naomi’s neck.

Jackson Kensington stood alone. After a two-second daze, he suddenly squatted down, clutched his head, and began to sob uncontrollably.

A nearby guard reminded him, "Time’s up, Jackson Kensington. You need to go back."

*

Naomi returned to the Kenway residence and saw Rose Kenway reading a newspaper from a distance.

"Mom."

Ian called out, "Grandma!"

Rose Kenway looked up and took off her glasses. "You’re back a little late today. Where did you go?"

"We went to see the big, bad guy!" Ian said.

"The big, bad guy?"

"We just went to see Jackson Kensington," Naomi said, not intending to hide it.

"He’s not doing well. I found it immensely satisfying."

Rose Kenway took Naomi’s hand. "When you were little..."

She sighed. "I was neglectful of your feelings. I let that scumbag Jackson Kensington bully you for so long. I’m sorry, daughter."

"Mom, we’re not the ones at fault, Jackson is. He’s getting beaten up regularly in prison now. We should be happy about that."

Rose Kenway smiled and smoothed a stray hair from Naomi’s forehead. "You’re right. We should be happy." She added, "I had an outfit custom-made for you. Want to try it on?"

Naomi nodded, pleasantly surprised.

Rose had prepared a snow-white princess dress, its skirt adorned with tiny, delicate diamonds. It was exquisitely beautiful.

Naomi touched the dress, a dazed feeling in her heart. It made her remember how she used to love princess dresses, constantly pestering Rose Kenway to buy her all sorts of them. But after the accident ten years ago, she had never worn one again, probably because the person who had once spoiled her like a princess was no longer by her side.

As the realization hit her, Naomi’s eyes grew moist. She clutched the princess dress, her heart filled with a thousand emotions.

Rose smiled and urged her, "Go on, try it on. See if you like it."

Naomi came out after changing. She had grown taller over the years, and her figure had long since changed, yet the princess dress fit her perfectly.

"Wow!" Ian circled Naomi endlessly, praising her from the bottom of his heart. "Mommy is so pretty! My mommy is the prettiest mommy in the world!"

Naomi couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

"Here, let me see." Rose Kenway took Naomi’s hand and looked her over carefully.

The young girl with a bit of baby fat from her memory had shed her childishness, becoming even more radiant and beautiful.

Rose swallowed the lump in her throat and nodded repeatedly. "Beautiful."

Naomi held her skirt and spun around. "I think it’s beautiful, too." She half-knelt, hugging Rose’s arm coquettishly. "Mom, you have such great taste."

Rose pinched Naomi’s cheek, her eyes full of gentle love. "As long as my baby girl likes it. From now on, how about Mom has a new outfit made for you every month?"

She whispered, "Mom is going to make up for all the time I missed with my baby."

*

"Mr. Bishop, we’ve found that several companies under your name have engaged in illegal fundraising. Please come with us."

The employees standing by were in disbelief.

"Is this a mistake? How could Mr. Bishop do something illegal? There must be some kind of misunderstanding!"

"Impossible! Mr. Bishop has always been upright and honest. He often gives us employee bonuses and benefits. He would never do anything illegal!"

"Our Mr. Bishop has been framed! Officers, you have to investigate this thoroughly and clear his name!"

...

The police pushed back the clamoring crowd. "We are simply following procedure."

Handcuffed, Caleb Bishop followed the police into the car.

He felt no great turmoil in his heart. Or perhaps, he had long anticipated this day.

Although he had been extremely discreet, he knew that if you play with fire, you eventually get burned.

He just never thought the day would come so soon, so unexpectedly.

Caleb Bishop closed his eyes, feigning sleep.

He thought about his miserable life. He had been despised since the moment he was born. His birth parents despised him, abandoning him in the wilderness to fend for himself. His adoptive parents despised him too; they resented that he took food away from their own young son, raising him only to exploit and bleed him dry. Later, when he started school, everyone around him despised him for being a bastard with unknown parents. He fought with everything he had to climb up, working his way through school to get into the most famous art academy in Veridia. But there, it seemed people just found more reasons to despise him—they despised him for being poor, and they despised him for being too talented.

At some thought, Caleb Bishop let out a sudden laugh.

He suddenly remembered that none of the people who looked down on him had met a good end, including his birth parents. The resentment he had carried his entire life finally began to dissipate.

His friends never understood why he was so extreme. They advised him to keep his feet on the ground and seek a stable life, but Caleb knew that if he had really chosen stability, those shameful labels would have followed him for the rest of his life. He swore to himself that he would become rich, that he would make all those who looked down on him pay the price. He had to stand at the very top, high enough to finally be worthy of the person he loved.