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.

Bonnie nodded, reassuring him, "Don't worry. We need to clear this up one way or another." She

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and walked over to the bedside, sitting down calmly at the

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

up at Janice There was no longer any turbulence in her heart when facing

you because I was born special while you were born a day earlier? You thought if you had been born later, you would be 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,

special? You're nothing but a disaster, and

see Bonnie break down and to see her despair. She wanted to take her

Bonnie just stared at her calmly, far too calm for what

"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

she might have crumbled, but after being with Yvette for so long she had learned to build a strong heart to face any kind of hurt. She had to strive to become stronger. Those words were no

was.

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

froze for a moment and sneered, "What's so 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 it? I hate

spinning as she held her

indifferent as ever "Grandma said in her will that you're not

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