Mr. James Sr. glared at Yvonne with a grim face, while Mrs. James Sr. pulled her darling grandson into her arms.
Joshua didn't say anything, but his expression was cold.
Both Teresa and Jerome looked at Yvonne with reproach in their eyes.
Marcia was more direct, scolding, "Trash is trash. No manners."
Yvonne hadn't wanted to engage with the James family, but they were walking all over her, and she wasn't one to take it quietly.
Yvonne slammed her utensils down on the table. The loud clatter even drowned out Jason's wails.
"Insolent! You have no manners! Where do you think you are?" Mr. James Sr. roared, slamming his hand on the table. Teresa and Jerome flinched.
But Yvonne was unafraid. She shot back, "Manners this, manners that. What manners are you talking about? In a proper noble family, there's a clear distinction between legitimate and illegitimate children. The son of a mistress wouldn't even be allowed at the table."
She then changed her tone. "Oh, I almost forgot. The James family ancestors were butchers. Grandfather was a butcher, so how would you know the rules of the nobility? The James family rules are to be ungrateful, abandon the wife who stood by you, and let the mistress take over!"
After Yvonne finished, everyone's face was a mask of fury. But since Mr. James Sr. hadn't spoken, no one else dared to.
Jason seemed to realize the shift in atmosphere and stopped his fake crying, his face completely dry.
Joshua ruffled his son's hair, his gaze turning cold and sinister as he looked at Yvonne. "My dear niece, you've got some nerve. But be careful what you say. Words have consequences."
"Thank you for the warning, Uncle. But I live by a simple rule: I don't start fights, but if someone comes after me, I will fight back," Yvonne said, tilting her chin up defiantly.


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