The Sway and Slide of Love by Jean Song

Chapter 199 Chapter 199

Sandra's voice was shrill, her eyes burning with anger and batred as she glared at Noelle. But Noelle simply looked back at her calmly.

In contrast to Noelle's composure, Sandra's outburst made her seem like a frenzied fool. Her expression darkened even more, and just as she was about to say something, Noelle beat her to it.

"If I were you, I'd start thinking about what to do next."

"What do you mean by that? What are you talking about?"

"The person who's been protecting you all along is on the verge of death," Noelle said slowly. "Have you given any thought to what you'll do after that?"

Sandra instinctively wanted to argue, but just as the words reached her lips, she swallowed them back. It was obvious Noelle was referring to Matilda.

Over the years, it might have seemed like Craig was the one calling the shots in the Swanson family, but when it came to his attitude toward Noelle and Sandra, the real decision-maker was Matilda. Craig had always treated the two of them according to Matilda's preferences.

only advantage would disappear, too.

Dad would never believe anything you say.

said anything to him," Noelle interjected. "Besides, the fact that I'm his daughter is indisputable. So I don't need to do anything

Sandra fell silent.

reminded her, "Maxwell should be discharged from the hospital soon, right? It's been a while since your engagement. If you manage to get married before then, I think

someone? Sandra was confused at

understood. Spinning around abruptly, she snapped, "Are you kidding me? She doesn't have much time left! This is my

respond to

the suggestion. Even the

wedding dress? Nope. A grand, romantic wedding of the century? Absolutely impossible. Even the venue was something thrown together at the last minute, and the

to hold this part up," said the stylist, sweat dripping down their forehead. "We need to lift the

Sandra screamed. "What kind of stupid wedding dress is this? How is it possible that I, the beloved laughter of the

running out of time, so we have no choice but to make do