NovelGoldChapter 200 "Remember when we learned the difference between a miscarriage and a hysterectomy?" Yvonne Smith's perfectly styled curls clung to her forehead with cold sweat, and an involuntary whimper escaped her throat like a wounded animal. Her manicured nails scraped across the tablecloth, producing a sound like tearing silk.
Meanwhile, Sean cradled Claire in his arms and headed toward the side door. Droplets of blood dotted the black marble floor, each footstep echoing in the tense silence.
His thick lashes cast shadows over his eyes as he looked down, then suddenly turned to Aberdeen, whose face was ashen with rage. "May I borrow Grandmother's silk shawl?" Aberdeen, seeing her beloved granddaughter-in-law treated so poorly, felt her heart ache. She immediately removed the shawl from her shoulders and handed it to Sean. "Withhere, no one who has harmed Claire will get away with it." "Yes," Sean replied.
He took the crimson silk, intricately embroidered, and wrapped it around Claire from head to toe, securing it tightly. The vibrant fabric contrasted starkly with her pale ankle, visible beneath the hem.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtIn the ensuing silence, Sean carried Claire straight out of the ballroom. The doors slowly closed, the last ray of light narrowing upon Yvonne Smith's contorted face.
A persistent buzzing filled her ears, and she paled further as the realization dawned on her that she might have misunderstood something crucial, a mistake that could cost her dearly.
She turned to Lucas Foster, her voice trembling and shrill. "Lucas, that woman is clearly your mistress." Lucas Foster's expression darkened. He frowned, "What nonsense are you talking about?" Yvonne Smith screamed at him, "How is it nonsense? I saw the photos your mother sent you, and you said as long as she approved, you had no objections." "You all think that just because I can't have children, you can find someone younger for him." "Is it my fault I can't conceive? It's clearly because..." "Enough!" Aberdeen slammed her hand on the table, cutting Yvonne Smith off. She had never liked this daughter-in-law. Her hand shook with anger as she said, "I sent the photos to Lucas to show him his future daughter-in-law." Her words were like thunder, leaving Yvonne Smith stunned and the women who had assisted her in bullying Claire trembling with fear.
It was over.
Completely over.
Everyone knew that Sean was the real power behind Foster & Co. And those who crossed him never met a good end.
At that moment, they finally understood the meaning behind Sean's warning to consider the value of their limbs carefully.
The ballroom erupted into chaos.
The women who had assisted Yvonne turned ashen-faced.
They begged the matriarch to let them leave, but she remained unmoved.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAssaulting the woman she regarded as her granddaughter-in-law and expecting to walk away? Impossible! Their husbands, upon learning the full story, were livid and began scolding their wives, causing further disorder. Sean hadn't specified how he would deal with them.
But the waiting alone, for his return and judgment, was enough to amplify their inner terror.
Yvonne Smith was consumed by thoughts of Sean's rumored cruelty, her body trembling uncontrollably like a leaf in the wind. Lucas Foster, seeing her state, felt a pang of sympathy.
No matter her mistakes, she was still his wife. Besides, it was a younger woman who had been struck. While not right, it didn't warrant an escalation.
Lucas Foster sighed, approaching Aberdeen. "Mom, today is your 80th peace. Sean's birthday. Let's pridrit you always been a bit reckless; there's no need to join him in this chaos."
Visit our social media platform to read fascinating stories every day and connect with the community!
