Our Billion-Worth Twins by Velvet Antler

Chapter 170 The housekeeper had instructed the servant to serve Catelyn some tea.

“Please wait for a moment, Miss Clark. Young Master had gone out to run some errands,” said the old housekeeper. There was a hint of tiredness in his voice when he spoke.

Catelyn was about to mention that she was here for Queenie when suddenly, a high-pitched female voice came from the second floor. It sounded like a desperate little beast neighing in pain, accompanied by the crackling sound of items smashed “Catelyn! This is all your fault, you wench!” “I’m going to kill you!” “Don’t come any closer! Stay away!” “Save me, brother! W—Where are you?! Please, save me!” This shrieking voice was very familiar to Catelyn. It was Queenie. She looked at the housekeeper in bewilderment. The housekeeper did not have the time to care about Catelyn, thus he called the maid in a hurry and said, “Quick, the young lady is sick again. Prepare a tranquilizer, immediately!” A group of people rushed to the second floor. Catelyn took the opportunity to follow them, eager to find out what was happening. On the second floor, Catelyn stood outside the door and watched through a glass window. She saw the servants enter Queenie’s room and pushed the frenzied woman onto the bed. Then, they injected her with a dose of tranquilizer. The movement was very organized as if it had been done countless times before. It had only been a few days, and Queenie was as thin as wood. She had a pointed jaw and heavy gauze wrapped around her face. Her long hair was all tousled while her eyes were dark and sunken. She seemed to be mumbling something, too. Queenie seemed painfully high-strung and was resistant toward the servants. She was completely different from the arrogant, domineering person she used to be. Catelyn was hesitant to approach Queenie with her question when she saw how demented she looked.

Even if Catelyn’s questions reach the ears of the judges, why would they believe the words of a lunatic?

decided to leave. As she reached the

of the car. They both looked tired and

all. She pretended

daughter into a mess, Catelyn, yet you dare

stood in front of Catelyn, and her face gradually became grim. “Did you post

cold, and the moment he saw Catelyn, his chest heaved violently. Nonetheless, he had better control of his emotions compared to the

blame me for being ruthless, now that you’ve hurt her so badly. You’d