Chapter 219
A shiver ran down Emily's spine.
Her tears poured out uncontrollably, as if a dam had burst within her.
"You hit me, and I didn't cry, what are you crying for?" Owen's voice was thick with scorn, "Keep crying and find your way out!"
Her tears stopped in their tracks.
She nibbled on her lip, looking at Ivan as she struggled to justify herself, “I don't like it when people mess with my belongings without my permission... I spent three million on this piano. It's one of a kind in the city. I was afraid the child might damage it, so I pushed her away... I had no idea she'd be so frail. I didn't mean to...”
The more she explained, the colder Ivan's expression became.
He lowered his gaze, idly twirling his fingers. “I also don’t appreciate uninvited guests.”
His voice cut through the air, “Alfred, show her out.”
Emily's eyes widened in disbelief, “Ivan, are you kicking me out? Why? Because of that little bastard?”
Ivan looked up at her, and if looks could leave scars, Emily would have been riddled with them.
He let out a sneer.
Was she thinking he wouldn't lay a hand on a woman?
He turned around and carelessly picked up a glass of water, pouring it all over the piano.
Her eyes bulged again, “Ivan, what are you doing? That’s my three-million-dollar piano...”
“The piano was paid for by Keith a long time ago; you have no claim to it,” Ivan's voice laced with loathing, “Since you've played it, I find it tainted, and there’s no reason for it to remain in the Winston family.”
“Get rid of this piano.”
Without any delay, two bodyguards came in, lifted the piano between them, and flung it outside.
Emily's pupils dilated to their limits.
Ivan had always been short-tempered with her, but he had never spoken to her with such finality!
Why?
What had changed so suddenly?
Emily abruptly turned, glancing towards the kitchen.
With the door closed, and the range hood fan blaring nonstop, all other noises were muffled. Haley was oblivious to the outside, and Todd was in the kitchen with her rendering assistance; the two were chatting and laughing—a picture of harmony. In stark contrast, Emily was about to be thrown out.
“Ivan, have you taken a fancy to that woman Haley?” Emily asked coldly. “Is she the reason you can’t tolerate me anymore? Why do you want me gone?”
“So, you still don’t see where you went wrong?” Ivan’s patience had completely evaporated, his gaze shifting icily to Alfred.
Alfred approached and murmured, “Miss DeRoss, I’m afraid you have to leave. Let’s not make this ugly.”
“You, a servant, dare lecture me!” Emily’s rage was now fully aimed at Alfred, and she shouted, no longer caring about her reputation, “I am the mother of Keith and Owen, they are my sons by blood. If you must force me out, fine! But I will take one of my sons with me!”
Hearing those words, Angela, who had been softly stroking Owen's face, suddenly froze.
She glanced up, her eyes wide with incredulity as she gazed away from Emily and toward an ignorant Owen.
In the next instant, she withdrew her hand and stepped back several paces.
Owen, puzzled, scurried over to her, "Angela, my face still hurts like crazy. Could you blow on it again...?"
Angela's fair complexion turned icy.
Silence was her default, her solemn expression unchanged from any other day.
Her lips, a soft shade of pink, pressed tightly together as she walked towards the kitchen.
Owen, oblivious to the shift, followed her with a bounce in his step.
In the living room, a chill continued to brew.
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