Chapter 1194:
“Joselyn…” Yolanda’s voice wavered, timid as she stepped forward.
“I don’t want to hear another word from you,” Joselyn snapped, her tone ice-cold. “You bear the title of Mrs. Dawson, yet you’ve been accused of plagiarism. Do you want to drag the Dawson family name through the mud?”
The scandal online had already done enough damage. High-society ladies were keeping their distance, sneering at Joselyn behind her back for having such a disgraceful daughter-in-law. And to make matters worse, Christina—of all people—turned out to be Allison’s mentor.
Joselyn’s stomach twisted with regret. Why had she been so insistent on pushing her son to divorce Christina for Yolanda?
If Christina were still in the family, Joselyn could have flaunted Allison’s designs, parading custom gowns that would make every woman in their circle green with envy.
Now she understood why her daughter had once been able to land an Allison gown—it had been Christina’s doing all along. Back then, Joselyn had thought it was dumb luck. Now she knew better.
“I… I didn’t mean to,” Yolanda stammered, tears pooling in her eyes.
Joselyn let out a sneer. “Take a look at Christina, then compare her with yourself. You’re clearly not in the same league.”
The words cut deep. Yolanda bit her lip hard, her eyes brimming red.
Joselyn had never spoken to her like this before. The shift was brutal, sudden.
If it weren’t for Brendon, Yolanda wouldn’t just stand there and take the humiliation.
“Joselyn, how can you be so cruel to me?” Yolanda cried, her voice trembling.
“Enough,” Joselyn snapped. “Pack your things. You’re moving out today.”
Ever since Yolanda had settled into the villa, Brendon had refused to return to the Dawson estate, choosing instead to stay here with her.
𝖀𝗉𝖉𝖆𝗍𝖊𝗌 𝗈𝗇ɩү 𝓰⍺𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀ꞏⅽ𝗈𝗆
The thought of her incredible son stuck with such a woman made Joselyn’s blood boil.
Yolanda gawked at Joselyn in utter disbelief. She couldn’t wrap her head around being thrown out of the villa.
The place had been a gift from Brendon, and their marriage was still valid in the eyes of the law.
How could Joselyn possibly claim the right to drive her out of her own home?
“This property is in my name now. Brendon already transferred it to me,” Yolanda said with firm resolve, refusing to budge.
Joselyn’s behavior sickened her, as though she was scheming to clear the way for someone else.
Did she really expect that conniving Christina to return and worm her way back into Brendon’s life?
Yolanda ground her teeth together, her fists tightening by her sides. If Joselyn wanted to be ruthless, then she wouldn’t hold back either.
“So what? This is part of the Dawson family estate, and I’m going to live here now,” Joselyn shot back.
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