Chapter 1195:
“How can you be so cruel?” Yolanda cried, wounded to the core. She spun around to leave. “I’ll call Brendon and have him come and set this straight.”
The moment Joselyn realized Yolanda was serious about calling Brendon, she rushed over—but Yolanda was too quick to catch.
With a deafening slam, the door closed.
Joselyn pounded on it with furious fists.
“Come out! If you won’t leave, I’ll bring people to throw your things out. Don’t think hiding will save you. If you don’t open this door, I’ll smash it to pieces!”
She shouted in rage, while Yolanda sobbed into the phone, making sure Brendon heard Joselyn’s every venomous word.
Once she felt certain Brendon had figured out the situation, Yolanda drew a deep breath and unlatched the door.
But the moment it opened, a sharp slap landed across her face. She grabbed her cheek in shock, pain radiating through her as her eyes glittered with malice.
“You can’t drive me out. I’m not leaving. Brendon and I are legally married, and half of the Dawson estate is mine,” she sneered.
Her words were meant to provoke Joselyn even further. She stepped forward deliberately.
As expected, Joselyn snapped and seized her, the two locking into a violent struggle.
Though Yolanda was stronger and could have won easily, she feigned weakness, goading Joselyn again and again.
Just as she planned, Joselyn’s temper boiled over. In her fury, Joselyn shoved Yolanda hard, sending her tumbling.
Yolanda immediately curled in on herself, clutching her stomach as if in agony.
𝙁𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙖𝙩 𝙜Ʞ𝗅𝗇𝓸ν𝘦𝗅𝗌・𝗰𝗼𝗺
“My baby… my baby…” she gasped.
Her face drained of all color as crimson spread across her light trousers.
Joselyn froze in horror. “Baby? What baby?”
She hadn’t known Yolanda was pregnant—if she had, she never would have laid a hand on her.
“This… this is Brendon’s and my first child…” Yolanda choked out, fumbling weakly for her phone. “Call an ambulance…”
Panicked, Joselyn scrambled for her own phone, but her hands trembled so violently that she dropped it.
The child had to survive—if anything happened, Brendon would never forgive her.
The first child was always special, especially when it belonged to the woman Brendon loved most.
Joselyn could already imagine the hatred in his eyes if he found out, certain he would blame her.
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