Restoring a Life After Seven Years of Wrong Love novel Chapter 150

Willow smirked, lifting her chin in triumph.

*Yvette, I am going to make you pay for yesterday's humiliation with interest!*

"Ms. Yeats, I'm terribly sorry, but Dr. Walder is scheduled to operate on my grandmother today. As for your mother... you have my condolences."

Her tone was sickeningly sweet, but to Yvette, it sounded like the hiss of a venomous snake.

In the background, completely unnoticed, Jabez subtly typed out a text and hit send.

"Is there absolutely no room for negotiation?" Yvette asked.

A greedy gleam flashed in Willow's eyes. "If you quit your job at Solstice Auctions permanently, I suppose I could consider it."

"Willow," a frail, irritated voice croaked from the hospital bed.

Enid, the matriarch, was furious that her granddaughter was treating her life-saving surgery like a bargaining chip.

Yvette's mind raced, but she remained silent.

Willow let out a condescending laugh.

"Ms. Yeats, seeing you look so frantic, I assumed you actually cared about your mother. Turns out, it's all just an act," Willow sneered.

"Your mother's life is literally in your hands. How you handle this is entirely up to you. But I can't help but wonder... if she finds out her own life is worth less than your career, will the shock kill her on the spot?"

"Willow, Jabez and I are still legally married," Yvette said, her eyes suddenly turning lethal.

The moment those words left her mouth, every single Huxley in the room turned an ugly shade of green.

Jabez remained perfectly composed on the sofa, radiating an aura of untouchable elegance, looking entirely detached from the war raging in front of him.

"Yvette, you and Willow are sisters. Blood is thicker than water. Let's all just sit down and talk this through," Quentin offered, stepping forward to grab her arm.

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