CHAPTER 119: THERE’S NOTHING WRONG WITH CALLING YOU A PSYCHOPATH

Yvonne did not want to mess with Jack.

And Jack had no intention to dress Yvonne down. No matter how harshly he was to chide Zachary, he would never say anything reproachful to Yvonne. Apart from anything else, she was not only his daughter-in-law but also had the most claim to the success of Lilliput Project, and she had done the Leinster family a huge favor. She was also the apple of Frank’s eye.

"Yvonne, I know you’ve been nursing some grievances lately."

Yvonne’s tone of voice was polite but not servile. "All members of wealthy families, to a greater or lesser extent, suffer from this kind of stuff, but no matter what happened in the past, it’s all settled now."

She was implying that if Jack really believed she had been wronged, he should not blame her for being ruthless to Yeliz.

She thought, "Letting me get my revenge is more practical than all fancy words."

Jack, naturally, could understand the undertones contained in her words. Smiling, he took a sip of his tea. "Zachary, there’s nothing wrong with you helping your wife get her vengeance after she was wronged, but you could’ve picked a better way of getting justice.

"It was a bit reckless of you to call the police, don’t you think?

"Have you no regard for the reputation of the Leinster family?

"Is this how you, the patriarch of this family, handle things?"

Zachary sniffed, "What’s the point of being the patriarch of the family if I can’t even protect my own wife?"

Jack’s face darkened. Naturally, he knew that Zachary was satirizing him for his failure to take good care of his mother.

Face flinty, Jack said, "I’ll contact the press and have them delete all unfavorable remarks about Yeliz. They’ll delete all those that can be deleted and hush up those that can’t be deleted.

"As for the police, Yeliz has been diagnosed by professional doctors, who concluded that she’d been suffering from schizophrenia for many years, that she wasn’t in her right mind when causing Yvonne harm."

In other words, Jack was trying to help Yeliz avoid being tried in a court. Apart from everything else, the former hostess of the Leinster family going to jail for ostracizing her daughter-in-law sounded rather scandalous.

They couldn’t afford to let the Leinster family become the laughing stock of the whole city, could they?

Yeliz, though having married Jack, actually had feelings for his son Zachary?

The paparazzi would be able to dig up a lot of dirt if the Leinster family let them.

Yvonne was a little annoyed to hear Jack’s decision. "I can understand how much you care about the family name, Jack, but it’s really reckless of you to hush up an attempted murder by saying she has mental disorder, don’t you think?"

"Yeliz didn’t try to have you murdered. If my memory serves me well, you never found any evidence,"

Jack said.

Yvonne said, "How could Sarah have hired a truck driver to run my mother over when she was in jail from start to finish?

Besides, Yeliz had once had my vicious sister make a scene at my wedding. How could you let an evil woman like her get away with that by saying she has mental problems?!"

Jack could understand how she felt.

She had indeed been putting up with it for a long time.

By rights, Yvonne, who used to be the most notorious rich girl in Hiltonan, would have long since kicked up a stink after being repeatedly provoked.

Jack said, "Take it easy, Yvonne. Like I said, you will not regret marring into the Leinster family."

*

Yvonne was still smoldering when she returned to her room.

She thought, The old man went back on his word!

He said the same thing every time something happened, but he never really did anything about it.

I’ve been subjected to injustice so many times, and yet he still wants me to wait?

"I can’t believe your father’s doing this. Is he imposing on my good nature because I’m young and soft-hearted?

"How could I have Yeliz brought to justice when she’s been diagnosed with mental disorder?

"And how am I supposed to vent my grievances when her actions go unpunished?"

...

Zachary, however, knew very well what kind of person his father was.

Judicial penalty might not be the most cruel punishment, but currently, there was no telling what Jack wanted done with Yeliz.

"My father made you a promise, and I’m positive he’ll honor it. "We’ll see how she’s doing tomorrow, won’t we? "It does no harm to wait another night." "I really can’t wait another night!"

Yvonne was so angry that she stood up. She was on the verge of a mental breakdown. She had had a hard job putting Yeliz in jail, but now things had taken such a maddening turn.

"My mother almost died, and I’ve become the laughing stock of all wealthy families in this city. Everybody says I wear pricey jewels but donated only a shabby toy to kids from underprivileged families. And someone kicked up a stink at my wedding. I nearly developed neurosis.

She broke the law, but your father is trying to get her leniency by saying she suffers from mental disorder. Zachary, do all your families think I’m young and simple-minded? Are they making a fool of me?"

Considering her short temper, the two of them would have started arguing some time ago were it not for the fact that they had known each other for a long time.

Still, Zachary was older than her and quite considerate.

When he had first met her in the mansion of the Taylor family, she had still been a little girl, and even then he had wanted to dote on her.

"Are you mad at me?"

He cupped her on the jaw.

Frowning, Yvonne pushed his hand away. "Don’t touch me."

"Why?"

"I said, don’t touch me!"

The next moment, he heftily gripped her wrist.

Yvonne could not help but exclaim in alarm, and with that he grabbed both her wrists with one hand.

With his arm around her waist, he instantly pinned her against the white wall behind her.

Yvonne’s eyes widened, but then he pinioned her hands to the wall above her head, rendering her unable to move an inch.

"It was my dad’s decision to have her diagnosed with mental illness. She bullied you, and I would love to see her sentenced to death, but it’s my father that you’re mad at, and yet you refuse to let me touch you..."

Zachary said, looking deep into her eyes.

"I’m very unhappy."

Though he said that he was unhappy, his facial expression and tone of voice suggested otherwise.

On the contrary, he was pinning her hands to the wall, and his eyes were dangerously narrowed. He looked as though he could swallow her at any moment. There was no trace of upset on his face whatsoever.

"Anyway, I don’t like the way you guys are handling this matter," said Yvonne stubbornly.

"Do you wanna teach her a lesson?"

"You really need me to answer that?!"

Yvonne was really anxious.

"How about I teach her a lesson on your behalf?"

Yvonne curled her lip. "You’d be a terrible husband if you fail to do that."

Naturally, after what Yeliz had done to her, she wanted very much to teach Yeliz a lesson personally.

But since Jack was involved, she had no choice but to have Zachary intervene. She couldn’t show a total disregard for her father-in-law’s feelings, could she? "Well, then, as a good wife, shouldn’t you do something for me in return?" "Not now. You’ll have to get the job done before getting your reward!"

"You cunning little devil." Zachary narrowed his eyes and then, ignoring her objection, instantly scooped her up in his arms.

Yvonne’s face immediately changed. ’’Put me down!

Zachary!"

They were in the Lord Villa, and there were no elders around, so Yvonne raised her voice somewhat.

Her reaction turned Zachary on even further and he directly threw her onto the bed.

"I’ve put you down now," he said calmly, placing his thickset figure onto her.

"You got bullied, and I’ll stick up for you. I’m hungry now, and you should let me have my fill..."

"You’re so heartless, Zachary... I’m so fucking depressed, and yet you’re still in the

mood for this, and you’re even forcing me... Zachary!"

...

He really didn’t like her swearing. It was not that he thought she was uncivilized or barbaric or anything. It was purely because the sight of her, a petite girl, being patronizing gave him an urge to overpower her.

But they were in bed now, and her curses really turned him on.

Late at night.

After what felt like eons, when Yvonne was on the verge of despairing, Zachary rose from her and, contentment etched all over his face, kissed her neck again and again.

"I love you, darling."

Yvonne, "..."

She was too tired to speak.

She was too exhausted to say it back.

Moments ago, she had been unable to spare a thought for anything else, but now it was over, and when she regained some of her strength, a voice began to yell in her mind.

"Kill Yeliz. Kill Yeliz," it shouted.

*

The next day, Zachary and Yvonne went to the appointed place to "visit" Yeliz.

Some of the traces of Yvonne’s exhaustion last night had not disappeared completely yet, so she specially put on some simple make-up, which looked neat and brisk. Her eyebrows were dainty and exquisite, and she wore rosy lipstick too.

She was dressed entirely in white -- white pants, white strappy-backed blouse and a white peaked cap, looking slender, fashionable and beautiful.

At the sight of her standing beside Zachary like that, Yeliz jealously bit her lip so hard that it almost bled.

"I’m not sick, what the hell are you guys planning on doing to me?!"

Zachary said, "Eighty percent of the mentally disturbed won’t admit to their illness. Yeliz, although you are a psychiatrist, your diagnosis was given by a professional doctor."

"Ha ha..."

Yeliz laughed in despair, her eyes red.

"Is that guy really professional? Or are the Leinsters trying to hush up the scandal by pinning the blame on me?

"I know very well if I’m sick or not... Aargh!"

SLAP!

Before Yeliz could finish her sentence, Yvonne stepped up and slapped her hard across the face. Yeliz’s eyes instantly widened. Naturally, she wouldn’t fight back, but when she caught on, she immediately fell to putting on an act, her eyes swimming with tears, looking very piteous.

"You dare hit me?

"Yvonne, I’ve lost everything because of you. Why did you still hit-"

SLAP!

SLAP!

Yvonne gave Yeliz another two slaps across the face in succession. The staff members standing on the side were dumbfounded.

They were dithering over whether to stop her or not, but Zachary deterred them with a cold glance.

Yvonne showed her no mercy. She had slapped Yeliz’s face with all her might.

Soon Yeliz had dizzy spells, and she didn’t even have enough strength to play the victim anymore, her face terribly swollen.

Clutching her head, she was so dizzy she could barely sit.

"You still wanna babble?

"One more word and I’ll slap you again. Come on. I’ve been meaning to do this for a long time!"

Mr. King next to them was secretly praying.

He thought, "This young lady is such a tough girl. She speaks in the tone of a ringleader. Though she’s only 18 or 19 years old and very beautiful, her behavior doesn’t seem uncharacteristic of her at all. Actually she looks pretty imposing."

"Let me tell you something, Yeliz. Those who lack the courage to fight for what they want, and who try to use others to achieve their ends, always strike me as the most despicable. Zoila and Sarah at least had the guts to throw sulphuric acid at me and try to have me thrown into the sea. But what did you do?

"You just hid behind someone else making a cat’s paw of them. Those tricks of yours were so funny they gave me an urge to laugh!

"You didn’t dare to chase after Zachary, so you married his father; you didn’t dare to face up to my mother, so you incited Zoila and Sarah to do it for you. And now you can’t even use them anymore. You’re completely on your own, and yet all you’re capable of is playing the victim?

"Do you dare fuck me up as I fucked you up? Do you dare?"