"The chauffeur whom sir arranged for you, madam," Sue replied. "Wherever you want to go in the future, you can just call the chauffeur and he'll pick you up, madam."
"I see." Yvonne took her phone and saved the number while asking, "Why are you the one giving it to me though, Sue?"
"It was supposed to be Joe, but you went out, so he asked me to pass it to you," Sue explained.
Yvonne made an "Oh" in realization. "Okay, I've saved the number."
"Go and rest then, madam. I'll be cooking in the kitchen and I'll call for you when I'm done," Sue said and got up to head to said part of the house.
Yvonne rapped her slightly stiff shoulders and turned on the television. Not too long into watching it, her phone rang. She turned to glance at it, seeing the words Jason Frey blinking back at her on the screen. For a moment, Yvonne felt her temples throbbing with the flickering words.
He was not done yet - he was here to ask her for money again.
It had been three continuous days. She was tired of it even if he could keep it up. 1
Sighing, Yvonne picked up her phone, mentally exhausted, and put it next to her ear after a swipe at the screen. "Jason, you..."
Before she could finish, Jason’s raging growl was heard. "Yvonne Frey, are you happy now?"
"What?” Yvonne's frown was locked tight and deep. " What are you saying? What do you mean am I happy now?"
"My child’s gone. Amy aborted it. You're happy now, aren’t you?" Jason questioned her loudly.
Yvonne had no idea who Amy was, but when he said that his child was gone, she could guess as much. It was probably the girl who was going to marry him. The girl actually aborted the baby!
Yvonne sprang up in shock, panicking. "Jason, you're saying she aborted the baby?"
"Yes," Jason spat through gritted teeth.
Blood drained from Yvonne's face. "How - how..."
"How?" Jason’s chuckle was low and sinister. "Aren't you the one who caused this?"
"Me?" Yvonne was bewildered.
Jason clenched his fists. "Yes. Because you refuse to give us money, and that’s why Amy didn’t want to marry me and aborted the baby. Mom told you then that Amy was going to abort the baby if we had no money, but you said to do it if she wants to. Amy did it
now, and you're happy huh?"
Yvonne stumbled at that, taking the blow to heart. "I-I didn't know. It wasn't on purpose. I was just saying it out of anger. I didn’t know that she'd do it."
She did say what she did, but it was really out of her rage. From how she saw it, it was just one of the many excuses her mother was using to ask money from her, so she did not think that the girl would actually abort the baby.
Now, however...
"Out of anger?" Jason’s laughter was frenzied. "Out of anger. I've lost my baby because of your words out of anger. Yvonne Frey, everything's happened because of you. How could you be so vile?"
Vile?
Yvonne felt a pang in her heart, her breathing quickened.
She was vile?
How was she vile when she just did not want to give them money?
Receiving no reply, Jason grew bolder assuming that Yvonne felt guilty. "Yvonne Frey, I’ll hold you to this for life. Just you wait, I won’t let it pass so easily.” 1
"I know, but I have to. Sue, don't stop me.” Yvonne got u p from the woman's embrace and picked up her phone from the floor, rushing out. 3
Unable to do anything since Yvonne left obstinately, Sue retrieved her phone as well to call Henry, telling him the entire story.
Henry was chairing a meeting at the moment, but his expression turned ice cold when he heard what he was told, chilling even the temperature of the meeting room.
His staff exchanged looks, not understanding why their CEO was seething in the blink of an eye.
"I understand. I'll go over right now," Henry told Sue coldly and hung up, shouting at the meeting room's door, "Joe!"
Joe came in through the door. "Mr. Lancaster."
"Prepare the car!"
"Yes."
After Joe went out, Henry got up and scanned the occupants in the meeting room with frosty eyes. "This is all to today's meeting for now. I have something to attend to. Email your objection regarding the planning report mentioned just now, if any, to me."
"Yes, yes, we will. Please go ahead with what you must, Mr. Lancaster," someone stepped up to say despite the pressure.
With a hum, Henry left the meeting room in a wide stride and called Yvonne when he was in the car.
Yvonne was also currently in a cab. Thinking that it was Jason when her phone rang, she quickly fished it out of her purse and picked up without checking."
Jason...”
"Where are you right now?" Henry asked her with a frown.
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