The Ex-Wife He Can’t Have novel Chapter 225

"What exactly is that supposed to mean?"

"Your best friend is a totally unreasonable psycho, screaming in public like a lunatic. It's not hard to guess that your character isn't much better." Natalie stepped closer, refusing to back down. "Jillian, you've been back all this time, yet you won't even visit Eleanor, and you don't care about your own son. I watched you tonight—just hovering around while your friend fishes for men. Are you really that desperate?"

Jillian was already furious from the incident just moments ago.

Hearing this, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

Seeing her reaction, Natalie looked even more smug. "If you're really that desperate for a man, just tell me. I know a few guys who..."

She didn't get to finish her sentence.

Jillian raised her hand, aiming a slap right at Natalie's face.

But Natalie was faster and grabbed her wrist.

Natalie squeezed her arm tightly, gritting her teeth, her eyes filled with venomous mockery.

"Looks like you learned a few tricks while you were away, actually trying to hit me. Too bad when I used to scrap, you were just a helpless little weakling..."

Jillian's expression didn't change. Freeing her other hand, she delivered a vicious, clean slap straight across Natalie's cheek.

Natalie froze instantly, her eyes widening in pure shock.

"Did you forget people have two hands? When dealing with someone who spews pure garbage, either hand works just fine. Natalie, all these years later, and your mouth is just as filthy. Did you spend your entire time studying abroad scrubbing toilets with your tongue? Your head is filled with nothing but trash."

Natalie completely lost it, consumed by shame and rage. "You hit me!? I'm telling Killian and Sienna right now! Don't you ever think about stepping foot in the Quincy house again!"

Jillian sneered inwardly. She had absolutely no desire to ever cross the Quincy threshold again.

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