Chapter 29
When George heard that Yvonne had pushed his precious Queena into the pool, he was so enraged that he hurled the porcelain cup in his hand across the room. If Yvonne hadn’t dodged, it would have shattered against her head.
“You heartless monster!” he roared. “You tried to drown your own sister! What’s next, are you going to try to kill us all p>
“Who said I pushed her? She fell in all by herself. It had nothing to do with me. Don’t go making baseless accusations.” Yvonne denied it flatly, casually taking a seat on the sofa.
“Matthew saw it with his own eyes! Are you saying he’s lying?” George slammed his hand on the table.
“He’s Queena’s lover boy. Of course he’d take her side,” Yvonne scoffed.
Queena’s face alternated between pale and flushed. She glared at Yvonne with a look so venomous it could kill, yet when she spoke, her voice was as weak and pitiful as ever. “Dad, please don’t yell at my sister. Just… just assume she didn’t mean to push me. After all, I didn’t actually drown… cough, cough p>
Her words were like gasoline on a fire, pushing George’s fury to its peak.
“You wretched thing! Get on your knees and apologize to your sister right now, or get out of this house! I’ll pretend I never had you as a daughter p>
“Yvonne, you really went too far this time. Apologize to Queena at once,” Teresa added, her face grim.
Yvonne was speechless. Apologize to Queena? On her knees? The Spencers were delusional.
When Yvonne didn’t move, Jeffrey’s anger flared. “Why should she even apologize? Just throw her out. That girl is rotten to the core. We’ll all be safer without her p>
Suddenly, a memory surfaced in
Yvonne’s mind. A time when Queena had slapped her own face until it was swollen and then blamed
Yvonne. George, without askil neto
single question, had thrown Yvonne out of the house. The poor girl had knelt outside the gate for a full day and nigh
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she collapsed. It was Teresa who,
taking pity on her, finally had a maid
bring her back inside.
Yvonne’s fists clenched at her sides. That was a debt she would make them pay on Yvonne’s behalf.
“You want to kiek me out? Fine by me,” Yvonne said, standing up and heading for the door. “But the
second walk out of here, I’m calling a press conference. And I’ll
livestream it, too let the
world know how the head of Nexus Media treats a fake like treasure while casting his own daughter out.
Let’s see who the public thinks is more disgraceful-me, or the
Spencers who clearly have rocks for brains p>
“You stop right there!” George bellowed, his voice filled with rage and panic. “You cursed child, what are you trying to do p>
What I really want, Yvonne thought, is to see you behind bars, but I don’t have the evidence yet. If only I could get inside Nexus Media p>
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“If I had known you’d turn out to be such a disobedient, ungrateful brat, I would have smothered you the day you were born!” he snarled.
“If you’d smothered me, how would your precious adopted daughter have been swapped in to enjoy this life of luxury?” Yvonne retorted with a cold smile.
“You—!” George pointed a trembling finger at her, speechless with fury.
“Me what? Are you done yelling? I’m tired. I’m going to my room.” Yvonne couldn’t be bothered with him anymore. As she walked past a maid on her way to the stairs, she ordered matter-of-factly, I’m hungry Make me some spaghetti. And a couple of meat dishes on the side p>
“Dad, Mom Queena watched in disbelief.