There was no way Yvonne was going to let him hit her. She threw up an arm to block the blow, but Matthew, as the once-meticulously trained heir to the Gonzalez family, was surprisingly strong. Although she deflected the slap, a numbing pain shot through her entire arm. It was clear how much force he had put behind it.
“If anything happens to Queena, I will make you pay!” Matthew snarled.
“Good,” Yvonne retorted, tilting her chin up defiantly. “Because I have no intention of letting you off the hook either.”
Matthew shot her one last venomous glare before racing downstairs.
“What happened?” Jeffrey asked, drawn in by the commotion. He looked around, completely bewildered.
“Yvonne… she pushed Queena out the window,” Teresa stammered, clutching her chest as if in agony.
Jeffrey’s eyes widened in shock as he stared at Yvonne in disbelief.
“Well, what are you all standing around for?” Yvonne sneered. “Aren’t you going to go check if your precious daughter and sister is dead?”
Ignoring them, she turned back to the vanity to finish drying her hair, but Jeffrey grabbed her arm. His grip was so tight it felt like he was trying to crush her bones.
“Are you going to tell me this was another one of Queena’s acts to frame you? Yvonne, I know you suffered at your foster parents’ house, and I told you I would make it up to you. But Queena is innocent! Why are you so determined to kill her?”
“Jeffrey, you really never learn, do you?” Yvonne said with a cold laugh.
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