Chapter 990 The Furious Xaviera Evans

Chapter 990: Chapter 990: The Furious Xaviera Evans

Chapter 990 -990: The Furious Xaviera Evans

The pain in her wrist was almost enough for Madam Hughes to pass out. Her throat was dry and she could not utter a single word. However, her strong will to survive made her scream desperately, “It was not me!”

“Then you’d better tell me who it was, perhaps I may spare you.” Xaviera Evans’s laughter was chilling, her gaze sweeping over the crowd. Everyone lowered their heads under Evans’s intimidation, no one came forward to admit to the deeds.

Madam Hughes was shaking uncontrollably, sensing that Xaviera was indeed intending to kill her, “Evans! It truly wasn’t me, you are a younger generation, how can you…”

Before she could finish, her throat suddenly tightened as Xaviera forcefully grabbed her neck, “Who destroyed my mom’s heirloom? Speak up or not?”

Madam Hughes struggled to breathe and couldn’t say a word until her face turned ashy. Evans then slowly released her grip, tears flooded Madam Hughes’s eyes as she clutched her neck in terror, stuttering, “I-It was… it was housekeeper Bronte!”

Bronte swiftly stepped in front of Madam Hughes, explaining, “Miss Xaviera, I didn’t deliberately do it, and when Miss Nina was alive, I took great care of her. She was always amicable, she treated me with the respect akin to an elder. If she knew I destroyed these things, she definitely wouldn’t bear to blame me.”

Xaviera laughed in anger, he was nothing more than a lapdog by Cory Hughes’s side, was he worthy of her mother’s respect? Being a housekeeper and destroying her owner’s heirlooms, he didn’t admit his mistake, but tried to justify himself? This Hughes family from top to bottom was all of the same kind, what great family unity!

If she had to say that the scratches made by a knife were not deliberate, she could possibly believe it, but what about the words ‘bitch’ and ‘deserve to die’ that were written on it?

Xaviera held up a photo and held it in front of housekeeper Bronte, slowly saying, “I know you took care of my mother for some time, so I can give you one chance. Tell me who destroyed her heirlooms!”

Housekeeper Bronte indeed took care of Nina Hughes, but that was all long time ago. He thought that the child raised by Nina Hughes would be as gentle as her, so he didn’t take Xaviera’s warning seriously, he unhesitatingly said, “I did it, Miss Xaviera, today is a family banquet, the elderlies have been starving for over an hour waiting for you. If you don’t appreciate this, then fine. But you are making a fuss over a dead person’s heirlooms, if it gets out, everyone will say you are unfilial!”

“All are descendants of the Hughes family, look at Miss Zora, she is always prudent, respectful to the elderly. If you were half as sensible as Miss Zora, you wouldn’t have such a strained relationship with the Hughes family!”

Housekeeper Bronte rebuked, Xaviera calmly approached few steps, a cold sneer tugged at the corner of her mouth. She suddenly looked up, her eyes full of murderous intent.

“You…what are you going to do?” Housekeeper Bronte was frightened by her terrifying gaze, his voice also started to shake.

After all, he was innocent. He was just a housekeeper, he had no grudge against Miss Nina, why would he destroy her heirlooms? But since Madam Hughes had already said it, how could he dare to refute it? As things stood, he could only carry the blame.

“I…I know I was wrong, I truly didn’t do it on purpose. Please spare me!” He pleaded tremblingly.

“Xaviera! Housekeeper Bronte didn’t do it on purpose. He’s already admitted his mistake, what else do you want? Regardless, housekeeper Bronte has served the Hughes family his entire life, how could you…”

Bang!

A loud noise interrupted Zora Hughes’s speech; Xaviera had swiftly kicked housekeeper Bronte several meters away. He moaned holding his legs. Before he could get up, Xaviera walked over and stepped on his hand.

“Help!” His scream echoed throughout the Hughes Villa, startling everyone present.

Xaviera pressed down cruelly on his fingers, a frosty smile on her face, “Is this the hand you used to ruin my mother’s heirloom?”

Housekeeper Bronte writhed on the floor, pleading for Madam Hughes’s help with his eyes. He indeed had suffered some flesh wounds, but if he revealed Madam Hughes and Miss Nidya, his fate would undoubtedly be even more dreadful, so he clamped his teeth and held on, ‘I was really wrong! Madam Hughes, Lord Hughes! Please save me!’

“Evans! Stop!” Cory Hughes chided.

Madam Hughes at the side was ghastly pale, but she was too terrified to speak up, hiding behind Cory Hughes.