Entangled with My Cousin's Fiancé
Chapter 343: I’ve Stopped Caring Whether They Love Me or Not

Chapter 343: Chapter 343: I’ve Stopped Caring Whether They Love Me or Not

"Melissa Greenwood, what nonsense are you spouting?" Yolanda Greenwood’s face turned cold. "How can you say such things about a child who’s only a few months old?"

Melissa Greenwood curled her lips indifferently. "You don’t believe me? Then let me show you something."

As she spoke, she attempted to thrust the fruit knife into Little Gabriel’s hands.

Yolanda, terrified, immediately slammed on the brakes. Cold sweat drenched her back. After confirming Little Gabriel was unharmed, she suppressed her anger and said in a chilling voice, "Melissa Greenwood, are you out of your mind?"

"No, it’s you who’s lost your mind!" Melissa Greenwood still trembled slightly from fear. The abrupt braking had almost caused the fruit knife to stab her eye. "Do you want to kill me?"

She yelled at Yolanda, "I’m telling you, if I die, I’ll drag you and your son down with me!"

"If you keep up with this madness, my son and I will die right alongside you!" Yolanda glared at her coldly. "Just try if you don’t believe me."

Melissa Greenwood saw that Yolanda was truly furious. She let out a couple of dry laughs and put away the fruit knife. "Don’t get so worked up. I’m relying on you two to help me escape; I wouldn’t kill you. But..."

She couldn’t resist rubbing Yolanda the wrong way. "Your son truly isn’t normal. He’s not even afraid of a knife—no, in fact, don’t you notice he isn’t afraid of anything?"

Yolanda didn’t seem to care and restarted the car. "He’s still young, naïve about everything. It’s normal for kids not to be scared."

"Is that so?" Melissa Greenwood murmured to herself. Deep down, she felt something was wrong with the little brat. Eventually, she would find a chance to test him.

The car continued forward. The surroundings grew more desolate along the way, clearly distanced from any signs of urban life.

Melissa Greenwood stayed quiet for a while before breaking the silence again. "What do you think those two brothers are trying to do to rescue you right now?"

Yolanda didn’t want to engage with her and didn’t respond, focusing on driving.

"Their car’s surely trailing us somewhere, don’t you think?" Melissa Greenwood sneered.

"I don’t know." Yolanda was growing impatient. "Where exactly are you planning to go?"

"You don’t know? Stop pretending. Those brothers would die for you—do you really think they’ll just let me take you away like this?" Melissa Greenwood interrogated sharply, ignoring Yolanda’s question altogether.

Yolanda fell silent again, guessing that Melissa herself didn’t know her precise destination—she was just searching for what she believed to be a safe haven.

But the quieter Yolanda got, the more provocative Melissa Greenwood became. "Yolanda, do you think they treat you so well only because you saved them years ago?"

"Do you think this is love?" she pressed further.

Yolanda continued to stay silent, letting Melissa Greenwood act out her monologue.

Melissa Greenwood smirked arrogantly. "You know this isn’t love. Speaking of you, you’re as pitiful as I am. If Cooper Coldson loved you, no matter how much he saw me as his savior, he shouldn’t have distrusted or hurt you like that..."

She threw Yolanda a contemptuous look. "And Noah Coldson doesn’t love you either. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have conspired with me to set you up. At the end of the day, all he wants is to possess you."

"You’re wrong." Yolanda finally spoke. "You’re pitiful, but it’s not because they don’t love you."

"What do you mean?" Melissa Greenwood’s face hardened. "Don’t start lecturing me about morality again. So what if I’m ruthless? At least in the past, I was happier than you. I’m not pitiful at all."

"Were you truly happy?" Yolanda’s voice carried a peculiar calm.

Melissa Greenwood instantly bristled. "Yolanda, who do you think you are? Do you really believe you’ve won something here? Whether I’m happy or not is none of your business!"

Yolanda didn’t bother arguing with her, her tone remaining steady. "To be honest, I stopped caring a long time ago about whether they love me or not."

"Whether it’s Cooper Coldson or Noah Coldson, I don’t care," she glanced at Little Gabriel beside her. The child, evidently tired, had already fallen asleep against Melissa Greenwood’s chest. "I just want to live peacefully with Gabriel and Ella."

"Hah, anyone can talk big," Melissa Greenwood remarked, suddenly bored. She refrained from speaking further, only telling Yolanda to take the more isolated path whenever they reached a fork.

Meanwhile, Noah Coldson’s pursuit was getting increasingly challenging, forcing him to widen the distance between the two cars.

"Will this work? Are we going to lose them?" Cooper Coldson asked worriedly. He remained highly vigilant throughout the journey, afraid of overlooking anything.

"Relax." Noah Coldson exuded confidence. "Even though Heavenly Eye isn’t operational here, this road barely sees any traffic. Their trail is clear enough."

He patiently explained to Cooper Coldson, "If we tail them too closely, Melissa Greenwood might notice us. Who knows what this crazy woman would do then?"

Cooper Coldson nodded in agreement. When it came to this, Noah Coldson was an expert, and Cooper trusted his judgment.

The road grew increasingly remote, and the sky turned darker and darker.

Yolanda began to feel fatigued and finally spoke up, "Should we find someplace to rest? If we keep driving like this, I’m genuinely afraid we’ll crash."

"Then let’s all die together." Melissa Greenwood appeared irritable.

The entire day had left her mentally tense and drained. Now, she was groggy and physically unwell—she could tell her cravings were resurfacing.

She stared at the sporadic lights ahead. "There’s a village up front. Stop there for a bit."

"Are we spending the night in the car?" Yolanda probed hesitantly.

"No!" Melissa Greenwood snapped. The car was too confined and unsafe. She feared Yolanda might try something. "Find a house to lodge in."

Yolanda hesitated. "Is that a good idea? Let’s just make do in the car for tonight."

"No way! Don’t think I don’t know what you’re up to." Melissa Greenwood’s voice turned icy. "You go find a place for the night. If you fail, you can sleep outside the car."

With no other options, Yolanda reluctantly complied. She parked the car and said, "I’ll go now. If I find a spot, I’ll come back and let you know."

"Hmm." Melissa Greenwood nodded but issued a warning. "Don’t try anything clever. If you mess this up, you won’t just kill yourself and your spawn. I already have enough blood on my hands—I won’t mind adding a few more lives."

"Got it." Yolanda shut the car door.

She began wandering through the village, looking for a wealthy-looking household to approach.

Soon enough, her attention was caught by one—this family had a large tiled house and two smaller side buildings, clearly the home of well-off villagers.

She approached the property to call out, only for a large dog to suddenly rush out, startling her. Fortunately, the dog was contained behind the fence.

Yolanda clutched her chest in relief, then saw an elderly woman with white hair emerge from the house.

"Who’s there?" the old woman called out from afar, squinting as if trying to recognize Yolanda.

"Hello, ma’am, are you home alone?" Yolanda asked softly. She figured if the woman was alone, she might be too scared to let strangers in, and Yolanda would have to keep searching.

"Who are you? What do you want?" The old woman ignored her question and asked a second time.