For the last question, the asker grew even more audacious. "Are you only on this parent-child variety show to use your son for clout and clean up your image? You don't genuinely care about Ian Shaw at all. You just pretend to be nice to him to maintain your public persona. He's so dumb, yet you don't even teach him how to do his homework—all you do is take him out to fool around!"
Naomi's grip on her water bottle tightened, the plastic crackling under the pressure. She stared straight at the hater before her, all traces of her usual calm and collected demeanor gone. Her line had been crossed.
"My son is the smartest child in the world!" After saying this, she coldly ordered the nearby security guard, "Get this troublemaker out of here!"
The woman struggled as the guards dragged her away. "You're just feeling guilty, Naomi Kenway! You've done nothing but evil, and now you're using your own son to clean up your image! I'll be waiting for the day you're utterly disgraced!"
