CHAPTER 159: CHAPTER 159: CALEB GREEN MOCKS, SEVENTH SISTER: DRAMA KING TO THE CREW

"Joanna Frost," Madeline Ziegler almost spat out the name through gritted teeth.

Being slammed to the ground like this, she felt as if all her bones had shattered, pain enveloping her as cold sweat dripped down.

When Andrew Green and Caleb Green arrived, they saw Joanna Frost looking down at the person on the ground with disdain.

"Joanna, are you okay?"

Andrew Green stepped forward and took the woman’s hand, gently inquiring without sparing a glance at the older woman.

Who would have thought.

Joanna Frost shook off his hand, looking at him with annoyance, "How would I be? You arrived just in time. Your mother wants us to divorce, what do you think?"

No sooner had she finished speaking.

Andrew Green responded without hesitation, "Divorce? That’s never happening in this lifetime. She’s at most just a woman who contributed an egg; why listen to her?"

Having said that.

Andrew Green looked down at the older woman with unabashed disgust in his eyes.

Shortly after he was born, this so-called biological mother left him, suffering from a high fever, alone at the Green Estate while she ran off to the Ziegler’s, later explaining to the old man that her brother was ill, and she was worried.

There were countless similar incidents afterward, and he had long been utterly disappointed in this mother.

Especially after the incident with his daughter; expecting him to show her any kindness was a pipe dream.

Originally pleased that her son had arrived, thinking he could vent her anger, Madeline Ziegler was shocked by his words.

She screamed hoarsely, "Andrew Green, I am your mother!"

Hearing this.

Andrew Green couldn’t even be bothered to lift his eyelids, replying indifferently, "Oh, so what?"

Ha.

Caleb Green leaned aside, listening to the conversation unfold with a sneer in his eyes, thinking how utterly failure-ridden Madeline had become.

Madeline Ziegler, who had just struggled to her feet, staggered again, seemingly about to fall forward, only to be supported by Joanna Frost.

Seeing this, she felt a brief flicker of joy, thinking, in the end, you couldn’t bear to see me get hurt.

But she forgot that it was this very person who had just thrown her to the ground.

Not a second of happiness passed before Joanna Frost said coolly, "Don’t rush to kill yourself, we haven’t even begun settling our accounts."

She released Madeline Ziegler and, seeing the scattered tissues on the ground, frowned slightly and headed into the bathroom.

Soon, the sound of rushing water was heard, and Madeline Ziegler’s face turned black immediately. She wasn’t something filthy, yet Joanna had gone to wash her hands.

"Madeline Ziegler, you must feel pretty pleased watching us desperately search for my daughter after you discarded her, right?"

Joanna Frost crossed her arms, her features, so similar to Claire Green’s, now hardened by coldness.

She stared at Madeline Ziegler coldly, as if trying to see right through her.

Madeline Ziegler’s body stiffened, "I didn’t."

"How could you not have? For years, you must have been overjoyed watching our anguish and worry because as long as we couldn’t find my daughter, the Green Estate wouldn’t be inherited by her, right?"

With each sentence she spoke, Madeline Ziegler trembled ever more.

Shaking her head vigorously, she kept mumbling, "It wasn’t me, I didn’t."

Just then, Joanna Frost’s tone shifted, "But you didn’t expect that my daughter not only survived but also met Patrick and the others. The entire Ziegler family was ruined because of you and your brother."

Hearing this.

Madeline Ziegler opened her mouth, stunned, "You... what are you saying?"

So that girl really was the infant from all those years ago.

Previously, she comforted herself that Patrick’s actions against her brother were merely to vent his anger; now she finally realized it was for revenge.

"Madeline Ziegler, I’ll make sure you witness how the Ziegler family crumbles bit by bit, how your brother gets destroyed by your own hand," Joanna Frost coldly delivered these words before leaving the ward.

Apparently, even one more glance at Madeline Ziegler was an insult to her eyes.

Suddenly.

Madeline Ziegler grabbed Andrew Green’s clothes, pleading, "Andrew, please talk to her; he’s your uncle, after all."

Andrew Green pried her hand off, chuckling coldly, "What are you thinking? When did I ever have a beast for an uncle?"

After finishing, he threw the suit jacket she had touched on the ground and slowly walked away.

Leaving Caleb Green and the pale-faced Madeline Ziegler alone in the ward.

"Tsk, in your twilight years, abandoned by your husband, disdained by your son, what did you gain by supporting your brother all your life?"

Caleb Green remarked with a mocking smile at the older woman.

"The punishment has just begun, so you better keep yourself well; don’t die before you see the end."

"Get out!"

Madeline Ziegler grabbed something next to her and threw it at him, screaming in frustration.

Caleb Green snorted, turning calmly to leave.

...

"You all seem quite focused."

Hearing the familiar voice, the group in Class Six busy with their exercises excitedly looked up.

They spotted a girl lazily standing at the entrance, exuding an air of languor, her crimson lips slightly curved into a vibrant, captivating smile.

After a while.

Everyone began to react, surging forward.

"Olivia, you’re finally back!"

John Sinclair, seeing their reaction, spoke up in disbelief, "What’s with this long-lost look? Olivia was just gone for a few days, was it necessary?"

Upon hearing his words, everyone could only chuckle sarcastically.

Don’t think we can’t see your smugness, John. While we’re all working ourselves to the bone with exercises, you’re over there posting horseback riding and shooting photos on social media, hitting us with a figurative blow.

"Let’s get started."

Claire Green dragged a chair past them and sat on the podium casually, as if without a care.

What?

Everyone looked puzzled, exchanging glances.

What does Olivia mean by ’get started’?

It was Isabella Xyler who first responded, reminding them, "It’s Olivia’s assigned task."

Thanks to her reminder, everyone finally understood, returning to their seats to bring out their test papers and notebooks, lining up obediently.

Until, in the end, only Harry Lewis remained to check, while the rest sat back with their chins in their hands, watching as if expecting a show.

If they were pushing themselves hard with exercises, Harry was practically one foot in the grave, what with the additional task of copying test papers.

Every day, they saw him half-heartedly copying tests, writing problems, ’not missing home.’

"Olivia, let’s make a deal, no hitting the face."

Harry Lewis put on a show, closing his eyes as he handed over his stack of papers.

But after waiting a long while, he felt no pain and slightly opened his eyes, seeing the girl watching him with interest.

"With all these theatrics, should I send you to a film crew and let you act to your heart’s content?"

"That wouldn’t be so bad," Harry Lewis cheekily responded, rubbing his hands with a grin.

As long as he didn’t panic, there was no way Olivia would really hit him, right?

Claire Green glanced at him playfully, smiling with a deep undertone, "Don’t worry, your wish will come true soon."

This sentence left Harry Lewis frozen; Olivia really was planning to send him off to act. In his mind, the scene of his family finding out about him acting flashed by, giving him a shiver.

He didn’t want to get hit by the old man with a stick again; he’d been beaten plenty as a child, and the feeling was anything but pleasant.

"Please, Olivia, I’m wrong, I shouldn’t dramatize so much."

Harry Lewis quickly admitted his mistake, causing everyone around to stifle laughter.

However.

The girl raised her eyebrows slightly, almost casually saying, "It’s already set. Tomorrow, you’re coming with me."