Chapter44


    JustasYvettewasabouttositdown,Alex’sstemvoiceslicedthroughthetension.“Whosaidyoucouldsit?”N?velDrama.Org owns this.


    YvetteremainedunfazedbyAlex’stanthostility.Sheraisedaneyebrowandtookherseat.


    “I’mpartoftheMurrayfamily,sowhycan’tIsit?”DespiteYvette’scalmdemeanor,herpresencewasinexplicablyintimidating


    “You…!”Alexeximed.


    Stunnedby Yvette’saudacity,AlexredirectedhisfuryatYara.“Lookatwhatyou’veraised–anill–manneredbratwhodarestalkbacktoherellers!Absolutelynorespect!”


    EventheusuallposedYaracouldn’tconcealherdarkenedexpressionassheheardAlexinsultYvetteharshly.


    “Youandthatbratdon’tdeservetositatthistable!”Alexyelled,thenturnedtoYasmin.“We’lleat.Theydon’tdeservetobehere!”


    Seancouldn’tcontainhisangeranylongerandwasabouttorisewhenacold,c


    Noonewilleat,then.” H


    Yvette’sstunningeyesshedwithicyfury.Withaloud“bang“,sheflippedtheentirediningtableover.NoonewouldeatifsheandYaraweren’tallowedto.


    Seanwasawestruckbyherboldness.Ifitweren’t forthesetting,hewouldhave apudedheronthespot.Heevenfeltasurgeofadmiration,thinkinghewouldn’tmindbeingherloyalfollower.


    “Youcough,cough…Youungratefulwretch!”


    Seeingthemess,Alexfelthisauthoritychallenged.HiseyesboreintoYvette’swithevenmorehostility,andhisbodytrembledwithrage.


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    “Grandpa…”Yasminbegan,hervoicedrippingwithusation.“Yvie,Grandpa’shealthisalreadypoor.Howcouldyouprovokehim?Whatitsomethinghappenstohimbecauseofyouractions?”


    Wette’svoicewascoldasshespouted,“Hewon’tdiejustyet.!


    Wettemeantit.EvenifAlexwasatdeath’sdoor,shecouldstillsavehimaslongasshewantedto.ButherblunthonestyonlyfueledAlex’sauger,makinghimtrembleevenmore.


    SeeingAlexonthevergeofabreakdown,Yarabecameanxiousandpleadedgently,“Yvic,apologizetoyourGrandpa.Tellhimyouwerewrong.


    PeoplewouldundoubtedlycondemnYvetteforbeingunfilialitAlexhadaheartattackbecauseofher.


    “Ididnothingwrong,”Yvettereplied.Herexpressionwasgrim,makingherlookevenmoreintimidating.“Ungratefulbrat!”Alex’sfacetwistedwithfuryashemmedthetable.“Getoutofthishouse!”


    Wette’seyebrowsarchezily,hertonedefiant.“FineJustdon’ebeggingmetoreturn.“”


    ShehadnotedthesignsofAlex’sseriousillnessthesecondshesteppedinthedarkcirclesunderhiseyes,thetaintbluetinttohislips,andhisoverallpoorspirit.Hewason thebrinkofasignificanthealthcrisis.


    “Me?Begyoutoreturn?”Alexsnoered.“Dreamon!