All Too Late

“Don’t spout nonsense,” Sandra reprimanded her sister. The former’s expression became unnatural when she saw Kathleen.

With a stony expression, Kathleen eyed Yvette and uttered, “You have a mouth but fail to speak properly. It might as well have grown below you; at least it would serve some form of purpose then.”

“What did you just say?” responded Yvette in an extremely shrill voice.

“Do you not understand what I mean? If you do, then great. If not, looks like your brain’s faulty too,” said Kathleen with an icy tone.

“Kathleen, my sister did not speak in a nice tone just now, but did you really have to criticize her like this?” interjected Sandra, frustrated.

“Well, wasn’t your sister the one who started it first?” Kathleen said flatly. “Surely you know that it’s always the instigator who’s at fault.”

Sandra bit her lip and did not say a word.

Back then, Kathleen said the exact same thing to her.

Yvette mocked, “Kathleen, what’re you so cocky about? You and Samuel have been married for three years, but he ended up having a mistress anyway.”

Kathleen’s delicate countenance paled a shade.

Previously, Samuel and Nicolette appeared in the Yoeger residence together.

Everyone in Jadeborough knew that he personally fed that woman cake.

At that time, Kathleen’s marriage to him had not been publicly announced yet, so everyone thought that Samuel and Nicolette would be a couple.

“Why the silence?” asked Yvette smugly.

In a calm manner, Kathleen said, “Even if he has a mistress, you decided to insult me, the wife, instead of blaming the cheating man. Where are your morals?”

Yvette was stunned for a moment before replying angrily, “Kathleen, stop lecturing me like you’re on the moral high ground. I inquired about this long ago; Samuel and Nicolette were a pair, to begin with. The one who snatched someone else’s partner was you! You’re the real homewrecker!”

Kathleen sneered and said, “I’m the homewrecker? What a pity—the ‘homewrecker’ you’re referring to is actually Samuel’s real wife, while Nicolette became the mistress that everyone hates. Are you dissatisfied with that?”

“Kathleen, you vile, shameless woman! Samuel will divorce you eventually! Homewrecker b*tch!” Yvette hissed through gritted teeth.

“Yvette!” Sandra creased her brows.

Kathleen chuckled aloud and said with disdain, “I’m a homewrecker b*tch? What does that make your sister?”

Sandra’s expression

said Yvette with arms akimbo.

“Sandra, if you can’t restrain your sister even the slightest bit,

she pulled Yvette’s arm,

“She’s a homewrecker, a vixen who destroys other people’s relationships! What right does she

right, do you?” A hint

sure Samuel would like me,” declared Yvette

Kathleen were merely out of her

to know

actually only saw his photo as Sandra and Samuel went to

almost to

she had devised countless plans to approach Samuel, she did

was absolutely impossible for people of her social status to get close

touch with Samuel

that, they did not contact each other

so, Yvette lost any chance of

throughout the past few years, her

Samuel announced his marriage with Kathleen some time ago

that he had married was a parentless

match up to Samuel other than the fact that

tried all methods to humiliate

Samuel likes is Nicolette. He wouldn’t care about

then, your sister tried everything and failed. You’re not even

Sandra’s face became flushed.

never!” said Yvette confidently. “I’ll teach you a lesson if you dare to accuse

how would you know that? I remember that she employed

“I have never offended you, have

me?” Kathleen said nonchalantly, “I told you just now that you’re not restraining her. Instead, you’re letting her do as she pleases.

Sandra was taken aback.

ulterior motives and impure thoughts for another man despite your upcoming marriage. Since your sister loves being an upright warrior for morality and pointing out others’ faults, how could she miss you

as eloquent as ever,” Sandra commented

compliment. I naturally would not show any mercy toward lowlifes.” Kathleen welcomed the

that! I’ll have your head!” Yvette raised her fist and aimed it at

corners of Sandra’s lips curved

to see Kathleen beaten

as ice as she stared directly at Yvette’s fist