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

Chapter 438

Yvette said politely, "Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Chappell."

Zane chuckled softly, knowing exactly who he was speaking to. He wasn't about to accept any thanks. "Ms. Zeller, this is part of my job. It's no trouble at all."

They exchanged a few more words. Zane informed Yvette that Janice had woken up in the hospital and had been demanding to see Bonnie, insisting she wouldn't cooperate otherwise. However, Janice couldn't keep up her stubborn act for long. After all, she told the truth herself, and there were witnesses. Plus, they had sent people to Normis overnight to gather evidence. If something had happened, there would be a trace of it. The law never misses a detail, and no one could escape its reach.

Yvette hung up the phone and turned her gaze toward Bonnie, who was savoring her pork ribs. She raised an eyebrow and said, "Janice wants to see you." Bonnie paused for a moment, finishing the last piece of rib. She nodded calmly, her voice soft but resolute. "I will go, Yve. It's the right thing to do." Yvette's expression remained indifferent as she replied, "Alright. Let Andrew go with you. I'll wait for you to come home. There will be a huge dinner." Bonnie paused, a little confused. She thought, 'A huge dinner? Who's making it? Emmett, Charles, Andrew, and Samantha- none of them can cook, right?' Yvette pursed her lips, casually replying, "Jeremiah will be back soon. He's cooking."

Now Bonnie understood. It was Jeremiah who was making dinner. If it weren't for Yvette, there was no way she would get to eat a meal cooked by him.

It wasn't just Bonnie. When Emmett and the others heard that Jeremiah was coming back to cook, they were all excited. They were shocked and couldn't believe he would do such a thing.

Bonnie put down her fork, grinning as she scratched her head, looking adorably clueless. "If Jeremiah is cooking, I'm definitely coming back on time. This kind of chance probably won't come around again in my lifetime." Yvette nodded, her finger tracing the rim of her cup. She casually took a piece of orange and popped it in her mouth, saying, "Fine."

Meanwhile, in the hospital, Janice was wrapped in bandages, her face disfigured. She had already realized the gravity of her situation-police were stationed outside her room.

She hadn't expected that her impulsive words would land her straight in jail. She couldn't understand why Yvette's single statement had led to her being brought to the police station. She wondered, 'What is she exactly?' Even now, in her current situation, Janice still didn't think she was wrong. She insisted that it was everyone else's fault, never

hers.

As Janice stared out the window, lost in thought, Bonnie and Andrew had already arrived at the hospital entrance. Zane had warned them in advance, so the police outside didn't stop them.

to clear this up one way or another." She then pushed the door open. As the door creaked open, Janice stiffened, turning her head. When she saw Bonnie enter,

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and walked over to the bedside, sitting

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show up here, Bonnie? Why didn't you stop Yvette when she called the

in her eyes as she looked up at Janice There was no longer any turbulence in her

the special one and Grandma would have treated you differently, right?" Janice's face twisted in fury as she glared at Bonnie, gritting her teeth. "Yes! Because I was born before you, I have to be just an

makes you so special? You're nothing but a disaster, and

cut into Bonnie like a sharp sword. She wanted to see Bonnie break

at her calmly, far too calm for

frenzy, "Why aren't you crying? Don't you love to cry? You killed Mom! You should be suffering for that. You should be the one to

face any kind of hurt. She

was.

and said slowly, "You haven't read Grandma's will,

special about her will? It's probably just more of her useless talk about us sisters supporting each other. What's the point of reading

she held her face in shock. "You... How dare you hit

as indifferent as ever "Grandma said

your lies, Bonnie. How could you say I'm not your real