Bride To Be Not Me (Janice and Simon) novel Chapter 254

Myra couldn't hold back her fiery temper. A loud smack echoed through the room as she landed a sharp slap across Simon's face.

"How dare you hit my son?" Helena shrieked.

Myra had been raised as a pampered heiress. She was protected by her older sister, spoiled by her parents, and cherished by her husband after marriage. She hadn't lost her temper in years. But now? She was furious.

Taking a deep breath to contain her rage, she snapped, "Take this family to the lounge!"

The bodyguards obeyed without hesitation, dragging the three of them away.

Calvin's gaze swept across the room, landing on the seamstresses.

The moment his eyes passed over them, they pretended to be busy as if they hadn't seen or heard a thing.

Of course, they were on the Moores' side!

Even Maggie couldn't hide her amusement as she watched Simon get dragged away.

Calvin turned to Janice with a gentle tone. "You focus on your work. We'll handle this. There's no need to let these pests waste your time."

Edward had specifically asked him to keep an eye out for Janice while he was away. As Edward's brother, he wouldn't let him down.

And Janice truly did have work to do. She gestured for her secretary to keep an eye on things and left for a meeting. There had been a sudden fluctuation in the overseas market, and she needed to fix it.

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In the lounge, Terry sat off to the side, flipping through a business magazine as if this were just another ordinary day. Meanwhile, Myra stood in front of the Fitzgeralds, towering over them. Her expression was cold.

"I heard from the bodyguards that you came here demanding my future niece-in-law's life in return. Moral blackmail, huh?"

She flicked her fingers, signaling to the bodyguards.

Moments later, Amelia stepped into the room. The sight of her shocked the Fitzgeralds.

Simon's reaction was instant. "You! How dare you show your face here?"

Myra blocked his view. "What's the matter, Simon? Didn't you and Amelia once have a relationship? She married into your family and even had a wedding with you, yet you never registered the marriage. She took care of your household for so long, but the moment she fell ill, you threw her out like garbage."

Her eyes narrowed as she continued, "By your logic, shouldn't you be responsible for taking care of her for the rest of her life?"

"No way!" Helena screamed. "She was infected with that disgusting disease! Our family would rather end ourselves than let her back in!"

Myra let out a cold laugh. "Oh? So it's only convenient for you when you're the ones being taken care of, is that it? If you expect Janice to spend her whole life repaying your so-called life debt, then you should be prepared to do so for Amelia."

She folded her arms. "Her treatment isn't even that expensive—just a few pills and a few check-ups here and there. A million dollars a month should be enough."

"How much?" Helena shrieked. "Why don't you just rob us instead?"

Myra smirked. "Oh? So, you're unwilling to do so? Then let's call the media over and let the whole world see what kind of filthy, hypocritical family you really are."