Chapter 146: Chapter 146: Can We Stop Pretending to Be Innocent?
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The servants instantly swarmed around her, grabbing Xaviera Evansâs wrists, pinching her delicate and fair wrists until they turned red.
Seeing Xaviera under control, Mrs. Mamet could not help but feel delight,
âDrag her to Yvetteâs room. Make her apologize!â
Despite being restrained, Xaviera maintained her upright posture and glanced indifferently at Mrs. Mamet. Unnoticed by everyone, a silver needle as thin as hair gently pierced Mrs. Mametâs wrist.
Mrs. Mamet felt an itch on her wrist but didnât care much, looking smugly around the room and said, âWhoever dares to tell Caleb about what happened today, you are all doomed.â
Xaviera sneered, being pushed by the servants towards Yvette Flackâs room.
The first time using the hidden weapon given by Master Uland was on Mrs. Mamet, which was such a bargain for her.
In Yvetteâs room.
Mrs. Whitman sneered when she saw Xaviera, âI thought you were so stubborn, but here you are, meekly coming to apologize?â
Xaviera looked at her smilingly and nodded, âYes, Iâm here.â
How else would I drug you?
Mrs. Whitman felt something was wrong. She rubbed her wrist, feeling as if it hurt just now. She suspected Xaviera was up to no good, but with more than a meter distance between them, she dismissed the thought as paranoia.
Yvette had heard the commotion outside and asked weakly, âAunt, whatâs going on?â
Mrs. Whitman replied triumphantly, âXaviera is here to apologize to you.â
âWhat? Miss Evans is here? I said she didnât need to apologize, though.â
Xaviera: â
Caleb is not here, letâs not fake innocence anymore, shall we?
Mrs. Whitman handed Xaviera over to Yvette, telling her to deal with her as she wished before leaving the room.
Yvetteâs demeanor changed instantly, âMiss Evans, I never thought you would actually come to apologize to me. I thought having someone backing you up means you wouldnât bow down to anyone.â
Xaviera leaned back leisurely in her chair, âSo, youâre not playing the innocent victim anymore?â
Yvetteâs eyes were filled with resentment, âLook at you! No manners in sitting or standing. Itâs not surprising since you grew up in the countryside; you have no upbringing at all. Only an elegant young lady like myself from a prestigious family is worthy of being Calebâs wife. You, a rude woman, donât deserve to stand by his side!â
Yvette had already investigated Xaviera and knew everything about her, âLook, youâre the young lady of the Evans family, yet they donât recognize you, and they donât care about your reputation. A woman abandoned by her own family, what right do you have to compete with me for Caleb?â
Xaviera looked at her for a while.
Thereâs no denying that Yvette was beautiful, but jealousy made her look completely different. What kind of charm does Caleb possess that could make these women become crazy and vicious for himâŠ
Yvette gritted her teeth, âXaviera, Iâm talking to you. Are you deaf?!â
Xaviera spoke calmly, âMiss Flack, do you know what your actions represent?â
Yvette frowned, âWhat are you trying to say?â
âWhat youâre doing now, morally speaking, is being the mistress who interferes with someoneâs marriage. I donât know what Mrs. Mamet has told you or why sheâs so bent on pushing women onto Caleb. First it was Vita Coriell, and now itâs you⊠I wonder if itâs because Mrs. Mamet was a mistress herself that she enjoys finding mistresses for her son?â
Yvette trembled with rage, âXaviera! Mrs. Mamet is just looking out for me!
Besides, even if you two get married, I have the right to pursue true love. If Caleb truly leaves you for me, itâs because I have the ability to win him over, not because you canât keep a man!â
Xaviera laughed. She had heard these words so many times that her ears were almost callous. It seemed that mistresses worldwide loved to use love to justify their actions. Yet, can true love absolve everything?
âXaviera, what do you have to compete with me? I am the sole heir of the Flack family. If Caleb marries me, heâll effectively marry the entire Flack family. And you? Just a country bumpkin.
Yvetteâs words completely diminished any desire Xaviera had to continue talking with her. It was impossible to get through to someone with such warped morals.
Her fingertip moved slightly, and the silver needle in an invisible corner pierced Yvetteâs body. Xaviera put the needle away, intending to leave. She came to seek revenge, and these people treated her like a pushover⊠it was intolerable..