Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband Chapter 1628: Locked Her Outside

Morgan Ashworth was so mad he saw red. She kept calling him "my son" over and over, not putting him in her eyes at all. Not only was she blessing him, she was even happily sketching out a bright future life for him.

Morgan let out a cold snort. "Willow Crawford, why should I listen to you? Joy is my son. If I marry a new wife, of course he has to call someone else Mommy."

"No way!" Willow refused.

Morgan shoved her away and strode off.

Willow had a really bad feeling. She hurriedly chased after him. "President Ashworth, what are you trying to do? You’d better not hurt my son!"

Morgan ignored her and headed straight for the dining room. He looked at the little bun eating steak and suddenly said, "Ethan Ashworth, your old man’s getting married. You know that, right?"

The little bun lifted his big watery eyes to look at him, completely confused. "What, Daddy?"

Morgan reached out and yanked Vanessa Willowb up from her seat, dragging her straight into his arms. "I’m going to marry her. From now on she’s your stepmom."

Morgan’s movements were extremely rough. When Vanessa stood up, she knocked over her red wine, instantly staining her dress.

The little bun immediately jumped down from his chair. "Daddy, if you marry another woman, then what about my Mommy?"

"What happens to her has nothing to do with me. Ethan Ashworth, hurry up and call Vanessa Willowb ’Mommy’!" Morgan ordered in a domineering, icy tone.

The suddenly promoted "Mommy" Vanessa, "..."

The little bun, "..."

Just then Willow ran over. When she saw him actually forcing her son to call someone else Mommy, she instantly blew up. "Morgan Ashworth, are you crazy? Did you take the wrong meds?"

Morgan looked at the little bun. "Ethan Ashworth, are you deaf or mute? Your old man told you to call her Mommy. Hurry up and call her."

The little bun angrily put his hands on his hips. "I’m not calling anyone else Mommy! If you marry someone else, then I don’t want you anymore. I’m going to live with my Mommy!"

Little bastard, one by one they’re all disobedient!

Morgan was furious. He grabbed the little bun by the back of his collar and marched upstairs, tossed him into the room, then locked the door from the outside.

"Morgan Ashworth, how can you use such a heavy hand? He’s your son, not a chick you can just grab and swing around. You scared him!"

"Open the door right now. I’m taking my son home, do you hear me!"

Inside the room, the little bun burst into heartbreaking wails, crying "Waaah" nonstop as he pounded on the door. "Let me out, let me out, Mommy, Mommy!"

Hearing her son cry shattered Willow’s heart into pieces. She lunged forward, grabbed Morgan’s collar, and pounded on him in a frenzy. "Morgan Ashworth, Joy is crying. He’s still just a child. Hurry up and let him out!"

Morgan seized her slender, snow-white wrist and directly flung her out. "Leave. I never want to see you again!"

With a loud bang, he slammed the front door shut, locking Willow outside.

Willow banged on the door with all her might. "Morgan Ashworth, why are you throwing such a huge tantrum? Are you insane? Let me in! Don’t separate me from my son!"

Vanessa inside was completely dumbfounded. The scene just now had been utter chaos. She felt like she couldn’t get a word in at all, like a total outsider.

She felt like she’d been invited over just to watch the drama.

Vanessa looked at the furious Morgan. "Brother Ashworth, you really don’t need to be this mad, do you? Who ticked you off~"

"Shut up!"