CHAPTER 41: CHAPTER 41: THIS TIME YOU’RE DEAD

Jean Shaw didn’t plan to deal with Ivana Monroe today; she intended to wait until that old fox, Gavin Monroe, died before going after that little bitch, Ivana.

Never thought this little bitch would dare to come to the hospital.

There are no cameras in the women’s restroom; even if they ruin Ivana’s face here, no one would know it was them who did it.

When Michelle Monroe came in, she had already locked the restroom door. She pulled a fruit knife out of her bag and pointed it at Ivana’s face, her fingers trembling uncontrollably, causing the knife to shake and gleam with a cold, chilling light.

Michelle swallowed her icy saliva, glaring at Ivana’s pretty face with a twisted expression, venomously saying, "Today I married Zachary, it should’ve been the happiest day of my life, all ruined because of you, you bitch, you destroyed my happiness."

"You’ve made me the laughing stock for everyone; Ivana, no one is more malicious than you in this world. I’m going to ruin that vicious face of yours."

Michelle gripped the fruit knife tightly and aimed it at Ivana’s face.

Ivana’s peripheral vision caught sight of the approaching knife tip, and her heart trembled violently.

Ivana forced herself to calm down, her mind racing, suddenly thinking of something.

She said urgently, "I have evidence of when you tried to kill me."

The fruit knife in Michelle’s hand, its tip pierced Ivana’s face, a drop of bright red blood trickling out. She didn’t go deeper but instead said with a fierce look in her eyes.

"Ivana, don’t think you can trick me into sparing you. You’ve caused me such misery today; I will not let you off."

"Michelle, don’t waste words with this bitch, stab her, cut open her face. After the old man finishes his surgery, we’ll show him the pictures of her disfigured face."

"Didn’t the old man dote on this little bitch the most? He even forced your father to throw us mother and daughter out of the Monroe family for her sake. Luckily, I infuriated him back at the old house, too bad I didn’t anger him to death. He’s lived this long and won’t just die, but keeps stirring up trouble. If I, Jean Shaw, don’t finish him off and get half his estate, I don’t deserve my last name."

Ivana felt her heart twisting with pain at Jean Shaw’s venomous words; Grandpa was hospitalized into emergency care, gasping because Jean Shaw, this heartless venomous woman, stressed him out trying to protect her.

The last words of the venomous woman completely provoked Ivana; she vowed never to spare Jean Shaw and Michelle Monroe, the scorpion-hearted mother-daughter duo.

Encouraged by Jean Shaw, Michelle gripped the fruit knife tightly, eyes maliciously fixed on Ivana.

Her fingers applied pressure, ready to thrust inward.

Ivana suddenly turned pale, her icy eyes like a vengeful ghost: "Remember the driver who sent me out of the Heston family? I’ve found him, recorded him describing how you bribed him back then."

She originally intended to show this video at Michelle’s and Zachary’s wedding today, but unexpectedly someone switched the video, playing a clip of Michelle engaged in a threesome.

Even Ivana was shocked at how wild Michelle was back in school.

Seeing Michelle’s dazed reaction, Ivana slowly enunciated each word: "You dare touch my face, and I’ll see you jailed."

Michelle, frightened, trembled, the fruit knife slipping and falling to the ground.

"Knock knock knock..."

Noise came from outside the door, startling Michelle as if her heart might leap out of her chest from fright.

"Who the hell locked the women’s restroom? Open the door..." the woman outside, who wanted to use the toilet, cursed.

"Mommy, mommy, are you inside?" Timmy came out, didn’t see Ivana, and stood sweetly in place, wanting to wait for Ivana to come out of the women’s restroom. After a while, when a woman came to use the toilet, he realized the women’s restroom was locked.

Timmy Monroe was a very clever little boy; he knew for sure mommy wouldn’t do such a thing, so who could it be?

Timmy’s tender little face suddenly showed concern.

"Timmy, mommy’s inside, hurry and call security to save mommy." Hearing Timmy’s voice, Ivana suddenly shouted loudly.

Jean Shaw and Michelle Monroe’s faces contorted, trying to stop Ivana, but it was too late; the sounds outside weren’t just the child running but women in astonishment.

"Oh my god~ there’s a mother held hostage inside, quickly call the coppers to report." A woman took out her phone to call the police.

Another kind woman shouted loudly.

"Listen up, the thug inside, you better release the hostage mother immediately. If you’re impulsive and kill her, do you really think you can escape in such a highly monitored place like a hospital? Considering the grave threat to society you pose by committing murder, being caught means the death penalty."

Michelle panicked: "Mom, what do we do?"

Jean Shaw also panicked, she never intended to kill Ivana, only wanted to cruelly cut open her face, making her pay a dreadful price, but now in this situation, never mind cutting open her face.

Even releasing Ivana intact was as good as a death sentence when she went out talking.

This little bitch talking outside meant both her and Michelle’s lives would be over.

Jean Shaw was furious at Ivana, wanting to strangle her to death.

Ivana clearly understood her advantage now, she smirked coldly at Jean Shaw and daughter, "Not letting me go? Want to be buried with me? I don’t mind dying at your hands."

She knew too well that Jean Shaw and her daughter were the kind of venomous women who valued their own lives the most.

Jean Shaw, almost driven to madness with anger, ground her teeth and said, "Little bitch, don’t be smug."

Her eyes rolled with malice, suddenly thinking of a trick, she violently shoved Ivana to the ground, grabbing the fallen fruit knife and in Michelle’s surprise, stabbed her own arm with it.

Blood instantly stained her chiffon long sleeve red.

"Mom..."

Michelle exclaimed in shock, her hands trembling continuously. The fruit knife she brought initially intended for use on Ivana, now injured her own beloved mother.

Jean Shaw, her face twitching in pain, weakly said to Michelle, "Ivana is trying to kill mommy, quickly open the restroom door, report this murderer to the police."

Michelle shed tears, stunned at Jean Shaw’s words.

Apparently, this was Jean Shaw’s plan to survive through desperation.

Michelle was internally thrilled, admiring Jean Shaw, thinking highly of her for coming up with such a good plan. She wouldn’t have thought of it, but her mother did.

Her mother was ruthless enough to stab a blood hole in her arm with a fruit knife.

This time, Ivana was undoubtedly finished.

Michelle viciously said to Ivana, "You murderer, you’re doomed this time."

Ivana climbed up without expression, her face not showing the embarrassment Michelle imagined, rather a look seemingly full of strategies.

Michelle was startled, her mind began to feel uncertain, for on her and Zachary’s wedding day, Ivana remained so calm, could this little bitch already have plans to deal with them?

Michelle immediately denied it in her head, no, during the wedding Leon Keane helped Ivana, now without Leon Keane, this little bitch wouldn’t be so lucky. She must be pretending to be calm.

Yes, that’s definitely the case.