Talented Hairess A Rose with Thorns (Yvette and Wilson)
Chapter 44

Chapter 44

Just as Yvette was about to sit down, Alex's stem voice sliced through the tension. "Who said you could sit?"

Yvette remained unfazed by Alex's blatant hostility. She raised an eyebrow and took her seat.

"I'm part of the Murray family, so why can't I sit?" Despite Yvette's calm demeanor, her presence was inexplicably intimidating

"You...!" Alex exclaimed.

Stunned by Yvette's audacity, Alex redirected his fury at Yara. "Look at what you've raised-an ill-mannered brat who dares talk back to her ellers! Absolutely no respect!"

Even the usually composed Yara couldn't conceal her darkened expression as she heard Alex insult Yvette harshly.

"You and that brat don't deserve to sit at this table!" Alex yelled, then turned to Yasmin. "We'll eat. They don't deserve to be here!"

commanding voice interrupted.

Sean couldn't contain his anger any longer and was about to rise when a cold, c

No one will eat, then." H

Yvette's stunning eyes flashed with icy fury. With a loud "bang", she flipped the entire dining table over. No one would eat if she and Yara weren't allowed to.

Sean was awestruck by her boldness. If it weren't for the setting, he would have applauded her on the spot. He even felt a surge of admiration, thinking he wouldn't mind being her loyal follower. "You cough, cough... You ungrateful wretch!"

Seeing the mess, Alex felt his authority challenged. His eyes bore into Yvette's with even more hostility, and his body trembled with rage.

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"Grandpa..." Yasmin began, her voice dripping with accusation. "Yvie, Grandpa's health is already poor. How could you provoke him? What it something happens to him because of your actions?" Wette's voice was cold as she spouted, "He won't die just yet.!

Wette meant it. Even if Alex was at death's door, she could still save him as long as she wanted to. But her blunt honesty only fueled Alex's auger, making him tremble even more.

Seeing Alex on the verge of a breakdown, Yara became anxious and pleaded gently, "Yvic, apologize to your Grandpa. Tell him you were wrong.

People would undoubtedly condemn Yvette for being unfilialit Alex had a heart attack because of her.

"I did nothing wrong," Yvette replied. Her expression was grim, making her look even more intimidating. "Ungrateful brat!" Alex's face twisted with fury as he slammed the table. "Get out of this house!" Wette's eyebrows arched lazily, her tone defiant. "Fine Just don't come begging me to return.""

She had noted the signs of Alex's serious illness the second she stepped in the dark circles under his eyes, the taint blue tint to his lips, and his overall poor spirit. He was on the brink of a significant health crisis.

"Me? Beg you to return?" Alex snoered. "Dream on!