Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez by Selina Gorges

Victor glanced at Winona lying on the bed, showing no intention of moving closer. He turned to Yulia and asked, “Mom

what exactly happened? Winona said you ran into Yvette? And that Yvette had a gun and almost hurt her?”

Yulia’s face fell, and she remained silent for a moment before lething out a cold hum. She was about to explain when Winona slowly opened her eyes, timing it perfectly. “Ah Help met Don’t kill me, please! I have a baby in my womb!”

Yulia’s words were cut off. Robert, seeing that Winona was awake, reached out to embrace her. Winona reacted quickly, pulling back and giving Robert a look. Robert’s expression froze, and be awkwardly retracted his hand, stepping back to avoid suspicion. He then turned to Victor and said, “Come here, check on your wife. What are you waiting for? Winona is so scared; don’t you want to comfort her?”

Victor’s fingers tightened, and after a few seconds, he stepped forward, addressing Winona with a lukewarm tone, “Are you okay?”

Winona felt wronged. How could Victor treat her like this? Even Robert and Yulia noticed his coldness. Winona couldn’t get angry, so she spoke softly. “Victor, I’m so scared,” and then started to cry, tears streaming down her face.

Victor’s gaze was icy, his lips pressed into a thin line, and his expression was cold. He stared at the crying Winona and said, “Stop crying. What exactly happened?”

Winona’s face stiffened, and her hands under the blanket clenched so tightly that her knuckles turned white. “Dad, Victor, Mom and I were shopping at Skyline Plaza today when we ran into Yvette and Bonnie. After a few heated words, Yvette pulled out a gun and almost killed me and the baby. You have to help me!” She continued to sob, secretly watching their reactions. As expected, Robert and Victor’s faces darkened instantly.

Robert kicked the stool by his feet and shouted, “What kind of person is Yvette? How did she get a gun? How could she be so cruel, especially when you’re pregnant? Does she think no one can stop her? Where is she now? Didn’t you say you called the police?”

knows the officer who and check. arrested her, and they seem to be on good terms. I’m afraid he might protect her. Dad, you and Victor should go okay? We need to make sure Yvette

said with particular emphasis, her teeth gritted and her expression vicious, but it only lasted a moment. Only Yulia,

Yvette is bold, but she doesn’t meddle in things that don’t concern her. She wouldn’t just pull a gun on you for no reason. What exactly did you

full of accusation, as if she had been deeply wounded. “How can you speak up for Yvette? Are you saying I was the one causing trouble?

a gun! Come with me to the police station. Iwant to see which officer is on good terms with her and dares to protect her. This is outrageous Who does that officer

Yulia, who hadn’t had a chance to speak, tried to stop them.

her. “Winona, why don’t you tell the truth? You were the one who started the trouble

and smoothed her disheveled hair. “Mom, I advise you not to

I’m hungry. Could you please go home and make me some Rib Soup?” As she spoke, she picked up a fruit knife and made a few threatening gestures towards her belly. Yulia immediately understood the threat. “You’re a madwoman, Winona. You’re completely

her mind if she stayed any longer, Yulia quickly left the room. Behind her, Winona’s eerie laughter echoed. Yulia couldn’t bring herself to tell Robert and Victor the truth; she was afraid Winona would actually harm the baby. Reluctantly,

Zane brought Yvette back. He glanced at the cute, round-faced girl following Yvette. “Ms. Zeller, what should we do with this young lady? Should she wait in the lobby or in my

the familiar lobby and hearing Zane’s words, realized that Yvette was probably here for another visit, just

learned that Zane was the Chief of the Police Station. However, she was already used to seeing important figures around Yvette. She stepped forward, her demeanor sweet and polite, and said to Zane, “Sir, it’s okay. You don’t need to worry about me. I

glanced at Yvette, who had a completely blank expressión. He lowered his voice and said, “Ms. Zeller, could you go to the restroom and give Mr. Chavez a call? Asked him to