Who Dares Claim The Heart Of My Wonderful Queen?
Chapter 160
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Sharon’s anger intensified as she spoke.
Since their past troubles, the Bailey family’s influence had weakened significantly, and now their future hingedrgely on Lise. If Lise’s reputation was damaged, it could spell the end for the Baileys.
Jeff stood resolutely, his hands sped behind him. His expression was stern, and his gaze held a forewarning intensity.
He was aware that the situation was moreplicated than it appeared, but it had reached a point where someone needed to be held ountable. Katelyn seemed like the perfect scapegoat.
He cleared his throat before speaking.
“Considering the history, I’m offering you onest opportunity. If you publicly confess your actions and kneel to apologize to Lise, we might consider dropping this issue.”
Before Katelyn could respond, Sharon’s voice cut in, sharp and filled with venom.
“What do you mean by ‘dropping the issue’? Haven’t you noticed Lise’s mental breakdown and self-destructive behavior? I want that bitch imprisoned for life, never to breathe free air again!”
Katelyn watched as the couple united in their usations, her expression growing colder.
“Lise got what she deserved. She orchestrated a plot to hurt me in the process. I haven’t held you responsible, and yet you dare confront me in the hospital and me me?”
Sharon’s face twisted in fury, and she lunged toward Katelyn.
“You’re the one who hurt my Lise! I want your life as payment for what you’ve done to her!”
Just half a year ago, Sharon had the poise of a refined, affluentdy. But now, she looked more like a venomous shrew.
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It was shocking how much her demeanor and personality had shifted in such a short time.
Katelyn, already disconnected emotionally, sidestepped Sharon’s advance.
“If you try to touch me again, I’ll definitely call the police.” The ties of their past had long since frayed.
While Katelyn harbored a deep-seated gratitude for Sharon’s care over the years, if given the choice, she would have preferred never to have returned to the Bailey family.
Sharon, unable to understand Katelyn, clenched her teeth tightly, filled with intense hatred.
“You bitch, how dare you speak to me like that? Now go and make a public apology, confess in front of Lise!” Her sharp voice was piercing, slightly painful to the ears.
Vincent’s gaze,ced with a subtle warning, swept across the room. Though his voice remained calm, it bore an unmistakable weight.
“Mrs. Bailey, you need to calm down.”
The sudden surge of Vincent’s chilling,manding presence silenced Sharon abruptly, making her step back in involuntary fear, her eyes wide.
After wielding power for many years, Vincent had developed an aura that was yet exceptionally intimidating. Even a single nce from him could send shivers down one’s spine.
Though Sharon remained furious, she visibly rxed under his gaze.
Gripping her hands tightly, she said, “Mr. Adams, this is family. Do you, outsider, really think you have any say in this? My daughter is nearly having a mental breakdown. Shouldn’t the person orchestrating this be held ountable?”
“Family issue?” Vincent looked at her with slight contempt, his tone dripping with sarcasm as he replied, “Isn’t it true that Miss Bailey cut ties with you quite some time ago?”
“Y-you!” Sharon found herself at a loss for words.
Jeff approached with a stern face. Though hecked Vincent’s intimidating aura, he stood firmly as a father defending his daughter.
“Mr. Adams, I’m not sure of your rtionship with Katelyn, but given how things have escted, she bears significant responsibility and cannot be let off easily. Given our past rtionship, I offered her a solution. If she refuses to apologize, I’ll have to resort to legal means.”
His arrogant speech almost made Katelynugh.
She leaned back against the headboard, her expression detached and serene, as if she were merely a spectator in this drama.
“Well, I too n to settle this legally… but in the end, it will be Lise who ends up behind bars.”
Jeff’s heart faltered at Katelyn’s words.
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