Chapter 1146:
Brendon held tighter, unwilling to let her go. In the scuffle, his knee was struck, and the sharp pain forced him to loosen his grasp. In that instant, Yolanda almost stumbled.
It was nothing but a performance—she had never intended to leave at all. Catching sight of Brendon’s pained expression, she immediately rushed back to him.
“Brendon, are you alright? Did you hurt yourself?” Yolanda asked, her concern ringing false.
“Yeah,” Brendon answered softly.
Joselyn’s temper snapped. “Weren’t you just threatening to leave? Leave, then!”
“Don’t!” Brendon suddenly pulled Yolanda back just as she made a move to walk away. He then turned to his mother with a chilling stare. “Mom, you’re not needed here. Please leave.”
Joselyn’s rage boiled over. “You would do this for her? I’m your mother!”
“If you refuse to leave, I’ll have no choice but to call security,” Brendon warned, his face devoid of expression.
Joselyn’s chest heaved with fury, yet she knew he meant what he said. She had once believed Yolanda was better than Christina in all aspects—gentler, easier to handle. But now, she saw the truth. The moment Yolanda became Brendon’s wife, she was no longer the pliant woman Joselyn had imagined. Her true colors were beginning to emerge.
“Brendon! If you defy me, you’ll live to regret it!” Joselyn hissed, spinning on her heel with a cold, derisive snort. She dared not risk having her son summon security to throw her out. That humiliation would be unbearable.
The next morning, at Bayview Estates,
“Ma’am.” Aylin entered the living room with a respectful air and a gentle tone. “Mrs. Dawson looks for a visit.”
“Which Mrs. Dawson?” Christina set her coffee down, a faint crease forming between her brows.
“Joselyn Dawson, Brendon Dawson’s mother. Do you want me to send her away?” Aylin asked carefully. She knew all too well that Brendon was Christina’s ex-husband, and a visit from the former mother-in-law could only spell trouble. Though Joselyn’s approach seemed courteous on the surface, Aylin was convinced she was nothing more than a wolf in sheep’s clothing. If protocol hadn’t required her to inform Christina first, Aylin would have already turned Joselyn away.
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“It’s fine. Let her in,” Christina replied evenly.
“Yes, ma’am.” Aylin withdrew with a bow to bring Joselyn inside.
Christina lifted her cup once more, taking a slow, unhurried sip. A faint smile played across her lips. Joselyn would never have lowered herself to come here unless she wanted something. She had always looked down on Christina with disdain. For her to appear in person now meant she was definitely here to cause trouble. And with nothing pressing to occupy her, Christina found herself almost entertained, curious to see what sort of scheme Joselyn was about to unveil.
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