Chapter 1475


    Chapter 1475 Take It As Her ss Fees


    Timothy''s gaze darkened, and he turned his head to squint at Yuvan. “You''ve only met my wife a few


    times before, but today, your affectionate attitude toward her seems like a show you''re deliberately


    putting on for me.”


    “Did Genevieve say something to you?” he then continued to ask, his probing gaze fixed on Yuvan''s


    face.


    Yuvan hadn''t expected Timothy to be so sharp—to notice that something was off so quickly. “Genev


    told me that Johanna is all alone in the world and asked me to take extra care of her.”


    “What do you mean, ''all alone''?” Timothy''s eyebrows knitted together. “I''m her husband, and she has a


    daughter.”


    Yuvan nced at him. Taking pleasure in his misfortune, he said, “Didn''t Genev tell me that Johanna


    wants to divorce you? When are you guys getting divorced? I think Johanna is a rather good woman.


    She''s beautiful and exceptionally talented.”


    Timothy was a man, too, and he could tell that the second part of Yuvan''s statement was a genuine


    Timothy said, “We will never get a divorce, and you are also not worthy of my wife.”


    “Do you think you''re worthy?” Yuvan sneered, his toneced with mockery. “I heard you drove a


    pregnant woman, months into her pregnancy, out of her home and didn''t even bother to check on her.”


    If Timothy wasn''t aware of the rtionship between Genevieve and his wife, he would really think that


    Genevieve was a gossip.


    Did Genevieve have to badmouth him to everyone after one mistake?


    “I was naive and trusted others too much,” Timothy admitted, but he also counterattacked Yuvan. “But


    I''m better than you. You were manipted by Eurydice. Doesn''t that embarrass you?”


    At the mere mention of Eurydice, Yuvan was reminded of the moment when his father ruthlessly struck


    his back with a stick, and he could almost feel his back starting to ache.


    Seeing Yuvan''s face turn pale and speechless, Timothy felt much delighted.


    After arriving at the art gallery, Timothy bought the famous painting that Johanna had taken a liking to


    from Yuvan. Yuvan, still full of resentment from Timothy''s earlier verbal attack, sold the painting to


    Timothy at a price several times higher than the market value.


    Timothy thought about Johanna having to attend oil painting sses with Yuvan and unhesitantly


    handed over his card.


    Take this extra money as my wife''s ss fees.


    On the other side, after Johanna returned to the old street, she quickly spotted a tall and skinny young


    man standing in front of the renovating shop.


    As the old street didn''t have a suitable ce for discussions, Johanna took the interviewee to a nearby


    coffee shop.


    The two of them chatted in the café for over an hour. Johanna was quite satisfied with him in all


    aspects. They added each other on WhatsApp, and she would notify him to start work once the shop


    renovation waspleted.


    When Johanna came out of the coffee shop, she realized it was almost four o''clock.


    After she got in the car, she sent a message to Genevieve, telling her that she was heading straight to


    the mall where Asel and the other children were hanging out to pick them up and head back together.


    Then, Johanna drove all the way to the vicinity of the mall. She nced and saw a red light not far


    away. As she was starting to look away, she saw a figure frantically running toward her car on the road.


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    Johanna quickly hit the brakes, but the person who rushed in front of her car fell down with a thud.


    It was if Johanna had been the one who knocked them over.


    The sudden staged ident left Johanna utterly speechless. The woman who had fallen to the ground


    saw that Johanna was not getting out of the car, so she began moaning. “My back hurts! My leg hurts!”


    Her heart-wrenching cries, coupled with her white hair, drew the attention of the surrounding crowd,


    causing them to stop and watch the scene.


    After Johanna pulled the handbrake, she took her time getting out of the car. Once she walked to the


    front of the vehicle, she bent down to look at the elderly woman.


    While the other woman''s hair was white, herplexion was smooth, not at all resembling someone in


    their eighties.


    The person who was hit saw Johanna approaching and cried out even louder, “Oh my goodness, do


    you even know how to drive? You''ve hit me so hard, my back feels like it''s about to break.”


    Johanna said calmly, “I didn''t hit you; you ran toward my car yourself.”


    “I don''t have dementia, so why would I run toward your car on purpose?” The woman, noticing the


    crowd around them, began to wail even louder. “Folks, be our judges! This youngdy hit my car and


    won''t even admit to her mistake!”


    As Johanna had just purchased the car, she had yet to set up the dashcam. Moreover, the other


    woman was a professional at staging idents, making sure that she would get the perfect timing and


    angles.


    Even if the police were to check the traffic surveince, they would conclude that the driver had hit her.