Yara was standing impatiently on the snow. When she finally saw Yvette, she came to a slight pause. Her gaze quickly shifted to Noah with a hint of confusion. Who was this kid? While Yara didn’t know Noah, the latter had already investigated her and immediately identified her as his maternal grandmother. Anger flashed in his eyes as he clenched his fists. “This hag almost got Mom killed! I must teach her a lesson,” he quietly promised himself.
Yara noticed the resentment in the child’s eyes and was puzzled. Why would such a small child look at her with such hatred?
Not giving it much thought, Yara quickly approached the trio.
Yvette instinctively stood in front of Noah. “Noah, you and Xavier should go inside. I need to take care of something.”
Xavier heard the unfamiliar footsteps but didn’t know who they belonged to.
Noah wanted to avoid causing trouble in front of his mother, so he said to Xavier, “Mister, let’s go back inside.”
“Okay.” Xavier nodded. Once inside, he asked Noah, “Who was that?”
Noah stopped and replied, “I don’t know.” He wasn’t about to reveal Yara’s identity.
Xavier frowned slightly. He decided to call the bodyguards outside to find out who had arrived.
At the door, Yara mockingly looked at Yvette, who was with a blind man and a child and had to take care of a sickly elderly person. “You’re living this kind of life because you refused to listen to me back then.” Yvette wasn’t interested in listening to her. “Did you come here for something?”
Seeing that Yvette wasn’t in the mood for small talk, Yara got straight to the point. “I’m here to warn you. Stay away from Jeremiah. He’s Zoey’s fiancé now.”
Yvette had never seen Yara try to control others so selfishly. With her growing suspicion and the recent
hair sample she had acquired, she became even more determined to understand the relationship between Zoey and Yara.
“I married Xavier and am now part of the Lane family. How do you expect me to stay away from Jeremiah, who is also a Lane?” Yvette shot back, her tone defiant.
Yara was momentarily taken aback by Yvette’s newfound boldness. She was so used to commanding others as a wealthy socialite that she found herself at a loss.
In a fit of anger and humiliation, Yara raised her hand to strike Yvette.
Yvette swiftly grabbed Yara’s wrist. “Do you still think you can hit me? I’ve long cut up my ties with you. I’m no longer your daughter.”
With a firm push, Yvette threw Yara back, causing her to stumble on the snowy ground in her high heels.
When Yara regained her balance, she sneered. “You think you’re not my daughter just because you say so? My blood still runs through you. As long as you’re alive, you should listen to me.”
Yara took a deep breath and looked
at the house behind Yvette. She
added with a mocking tone, “You think you can defy me? With a blind man, a child, and an old person, you really think you can challenge me?”
As Yvette prepared to respond, a deep, commanding voice interrupted them from behind.
“You’re welcome to try and see whether or not you can challenge us.”
Xavier had come out. His cold and menacing expression sent a shiver down Yara’s spine. Despite knowing that he was blind, Yara felt an instinctive sense of fear.
“I don’t want to offend you, Mr.
Lane,” Yara uttered, trying to
maintain composure. “But please manage your wife. It’s quite problematic to have a brother-in-law and sister-in-law get together It would be shameful if it got out—”
Before she could finish, Yvette slapped Yara across the face with a resounding smack. The surroundings fell into an eerie silence.