Mrs Hale, I Surrender
Chapter 428 - 427 Instigation, Rift, Biting Each Other (3 Updates)

Chapter 428: 427 Instigation, Rift, Biting Each Other (3 Updates)

Cressida Jones glanced at Assistant Law, "Could you help me record a video?"

"Are you going to..."

"The New Year is coming, and what’s a good show without an audience? The more the merrier."

Assistant Law was naturally willing to help and quickly took out his cellphone.

Silas Jones was completely dazed by the slap, looking at his wife in disbelief, "Lavinia, what’s gotten into you?"

"How dare you ask me what’s wrong?"

"How dare you deceive me about the divorce!"

Lavinia Wilde had been staring at him intently; she had climbed from the despised mistress to Mrs. Jones’s status not only with cunning but also by being adept at reading people, especially at understanding Silas Jones’s psychological state.

His eyes were shifty and elusive, clearly signaling that the situation was not simple.

Lavinia Wilde’s breathing was ragged, as if struck by lightning.

"Lavinia, there are reasons for everything." Silas Jones genuinely liked her, even with a cuckold’s horns, he was anxious to explain to her.

Cressida Jones, seeing this scene, just found it laughable.

And thought it was unfair to her mother.

"Indeed, tonight’s incident has been blown out of proportion; many business partners have used it as an excuse not to do business with us. I was afraid you wouldn’t agree to the divorce, so I lied."

"Besides this, have you deceived me in any other way?" Lavinia Wilde pressed on.

Silas Jones thought that the divorce was a lie and so was the severance of ties.

Afraid that Lavinia would get even angrier, he simply shook his head, "No."

"Really?"

"I swear, there really isn’t anything else."

Little did he know, Lavinia Wilde already knew he had signed the agreement to sever ties which clearly stated that Marigold would not inherit any of the Jones family’s wealth.

Her breathing became more and more rapid, her body shaking violently.

As expected,

not a single good man exists!

Cressida Jones was right; he could abandon his wife and daughter over twenty years ago, so he could repeat the past now.

"Alright, let’s talk about it when we get home." Silas Jones said with a smile as he reached out to take her hand, "I still have some things to explain to you in detail."

But as soon as his hand touched hers...

Lavinia Wilde raised her hand,

and delivered another fierce slap!

The slap echoed crisply, "Smack—" hitting the side of the face that Mario Payne had previously struck.

The not-yet-healed corner of the mouth was torn open again, the taste of blood filling his mouth, and the pain and throbbing sensation felt like salt being rubbed into the wound, ants gnawing at it, making him gasp for air in pain.

Silas Jones was already bottling up anger tonight, and being slapped twice for no apparent reason, his expression changed drastically, "Lavinia Wilde, have you gone mad!?"

At this moment, an on-duty police officer came out to check the situation.

"Let’s talk about it when we get home," Silas Jones said with a suppressed voice.

But Lavinia Wilde didn’t care in the slightest.

After all...

There is no such thing as a fake divorce!

"I have gone mad, driven mad by you!"

"Back then, I degraded myself, bearing the name of a mistress willingly to follow you. While pregnant, to please you, I slept with you, which led to bleeding in the later stages of pregnancy and left me unable to bear children for life."

"And how did you repay me!"

As soon as these words came out, they shocked the crowd!

"Fuck, messing around even during pregnancy? How desperate can you get, this is just...," Assistant Law was so shocked that he blurted out a curse, but fortunately, he stopped himself in time.

Tim paid glancing attention to the person next to him, and Cressida, noticing his gaze, simply smiled, "These scumbags, what they did is understandable."

Upon hearing this, Silas could not suppress his anger, "I was wrong in that matter, but you shouldn’t speak out. I didn’t despise you for it."

"Even if there’s no son, I accepted it."

"For you, I sacrificed so much, isn’t that enough? Is it meaningful for you to bring this up in public now?"

Lavinia snorted coldly, "How is it meaningless? It seems like you’re still very concerned about not having a son."

"I..."

"Seems like you now have a reason to divorce me." Lavinia stared at him intently, "So, are you planning to find some young girl in her twenties to bear you a son?"

"Silas Jones, you’re not a young man in your twenties or thirties. With your current vitality, if I hadn’t had the kitchen make you strengthening soups every day, could you last a minute in bed?"

"Hmph, a son? With you? Your Jones Family deserves to be cut off from descendants!"

The closest ones know exactly where to stab you.

A few words, like a slow torture scraping the bone!

Assistant Law was dumbfounded, "Mrs. Jones indeed dares to say anything."

Cressida’s eyes filled with a cold glint, "She herself climbed the ladder by getting into bed; that’s probably all she can talk about, the things that happen in bed."

Even if Silas loved her dearly, he couldn’t tolerate this. He raised his hand and delivered a fierce slap.

Having been kicked twice tonight by Martin Yates, Lavinia was still feeling the agonizing pressure and turbulence in her chest. With this slap, her body staggered, nearly falling.

"How dare you slap me!" She covered her face, "Not pretending anymore? Showing your true colors now, aren’t you?"

"You’re beyond reason."

"Because of you, the company has already lost several big clients, and I haven’t even held you accountable. What right do you have to be angry?"

Silas clenched his teeth, "I’ve always considered you, and when Marigold did something that stupid, which resulted in Mr. Hale purposely making life difficult for our family, you know the recent situation of our company. Have I ever scolded you?"

"What right do you have to scold me!"

"You’re telling me you didn’t know about Marigold seducing Beckett Jeans behind the scenes?"

Lavinia’s expression stiffened slightly.

"You think I don’t know what you’re plotting? It’s merely an attempt to replicate your own success story. As long as you hold onto Beckett’s heart, it’s only a matter of time before Cressida is kicked out to the streets."

"So what if it is? I’m doing it for my daughter’s benefit."

"Idiot, you’re ruining her!" Silas was infuriated, "She’s Second Miss Jones, does she need to worry about finding a good family to marry into?"

"And Beckett messed around with her before their marriage; could he be any good?"

"You’re unbelievably foolish."

Naturally, Lavinia knew Beckett Jeans wasn’t a good match, but he was Cressida’s boyfriend, and the Jeans Family held considerable power.

She couldn’t stand the thought of Cressida marrying well, and since her daughter was also interested in Beckett, she pushed for this affair to happen.

But hearing these words now, she let out a laugh, "Second Miss Jones..."

"Silas Jones, you’re nothing but scum."

"Why did I go blind and choose to follow you, a creature worse than pigs and dogs, even at the risk of bearing a bad reputation."

Silas was livid, absolutely resolute.

He tried to reach out to hit her again.

His hand hadn’t yet swung down before a duty officer stopped him, "Mr. Jones, as husband and wife, please discuss this properly. It’s the holidays, there’s no need for violence."

"Am I the one not wanting to talk at home? She’s the one who doesn’t want peace!" Silas was exasperated, "And we’re already divorced, not husband and wife anymore!"

"You finally spoke the truth. You deceived me into signing the divorce agreement, saying it was for the sake of the Jones Family, for Marigold’s sake; you’re clearly selfish, trying to dump your daughter and me!"

As Lavinia spoke, she pulled out the severance agreement, already crumpled beyond recognition, and threw it in his face.

"You talk about considering Marigold, yet behind my back, you cut ties with her and even stripped her of her inheritance rights!"

"Is this what you call doing it for her good?"