He was filled with a rage he couldn''t unleash on Yvonne-she was Bet''s woman, and the James family couldn''t afford to harm a single hair on her head.


    But Teresa, in her foolishness, had walked right into the line of fire.


    The heavy ss tumbler struck her squarely on the shoulder, sshing water all over her.


    Teresa clutched her shoulder, her eyes filled with wounded disbelief as she looked at Mr. James Sr. "Dad, what did I do wrong this time?"


    "When have you ever done anything right!" Mr. James Sr. retorted, coughing between words.


    "While your mother was alive, she personally arranged your marriage into the Reed family. But you had rocks in your head and insisted on marrying that social climber, George. Now that George is in prison, the James family is beingughed at because of you."


    He then pointed a finger at Yvonne. "You don''t even care for the daughter you carried for nine months, but you dote on your husband''s child with another woman. What is wrong with you?"


    If it weren''t for Teresa''s ipetence, which had driven a wedge between her and her own daughter, the James family wouldn''t be in such a passive position now.


    The room was so chaotic that when Yvonne''s phone rang, it hardly seemed out of ce.


    She answered it and heard Bet''s voice on the other end.


    "I''m waiting for you at the hospital entrance."


    "Okay, be right there." Yvonne hung up and cut through the argument. “I have a date, so I''ll be leaving now."


    After saying this, she nced at Mr. James Sr.


    She felt a slight pang of guilt for having angered the old man so much.


    But she had no choice. The James family was always trying to plot against her.


    "I suggest you get angry less and focus on your health. Live a few


    more years. Neither of your sons is particrly capable. The moment your breathe yourst, the James family is finished."


    Mr. James Sr. knew he couldn''t expect a single kind word from Yvonne. He waved


    his hand at her impatiently, gesturing for her to get lost.


    Yvonne turned and walked out of the inner room, her heels clicking.


    Outside, the rest of the James family was still there.


    Marcia, likely warned by Mrs. James Sr., was sitting quietly on the sofa.


    Joshua, who was rtively shrewd, knew that Yvonne now had Bet''s backing and wouldn''t pick a fight with her.


    Only Jerome, oblivious to the situation, stepped forward to pull rank as her uncle.


    "What did your grandfather just say to you?" Jerome blocked Yvonne''s path, his face stern.


    Yvonne replied, "If you''re so curious, go ask the old man yourself.”


    "What kind of attitude is that? Is that how your mother taught you to speak to your elders?" Jerome demanded angrily.


    Yvonne gave him a cold look, not bothering to respond.


    Jerome''s wife, who had been standing behind him, tugged on his sleeve and gave him a look.


    Jerome took the hint, cleared his throat, and continued, "Did your grandfather talk to you about the marriage with the Hughes family? Your grandfather is old and confused. The eldest granddaughter of the family isn''t even engaged yet, so it''s not your turn."


    "Yvonne, I know you''re a good,


    obedient girl. Go tell your


    grandfather you refuse the marriage


    with the Hughes family. You''re still


    young. We will keep an


    eye out f


    you and find you the perfect match,"


    Jerome finished, and his wife


    chimed in with her support.


    The two of them were a perfect team, one ying good cop, the other bad cop.


    What intelligence they possessed seemed to be entirely dedicated to schemes like this.