Presiden's wild wife novel Chapter 243

In the Browns’ villa.

George was sitting on the couch, looking so harsh. Jacqueline was a bit scared, begging in a trembling tone, “Well…please…I’m going upstairs…”

“Stop!” George snapped, “Do you think you can get away with it?”

Jacqueline’s heart jolted when she saw George’s angry face. She quickly hid behind Cornel.

Cornel faked a smile, “Dad…it’s all settled, isn’t it? Come on, Elena’s baby is fine. And we got played today! What more do you expect us to do?”

He was complaining that it was Elena’s fault and wasted their time.

George looked at him coldly, “So you meant that it was Elena’s fault, right?”

“No…I'm just caring about you. You have high blood pressure. You can’t be startled like that! They are so playful and thoughtless…”

“Bastard! How dare you retort me?” George roared. All the people in the house were frightened by his rage.

Cornel’s face was darkening. He felt shameful that his father didn’t show him respect in front of his wife, his daughter, and the other maids and servants in the house.

Jacqueline tried so hard to fake to cry, “Are you blaming me? I’ve told you that I didn’t mean it! I didn’t do anything to kill the baby…”

“You didn’t mean it? You did it on purpose!”

“No! I didn’t!”

But George didn’t believe in her at all. “Jacqueline. Look at you, what have you done for this family after you married Cornel?”

Jacqueline didn’t know why he would ask this question. She was about to tell him but stopped suddenly; she couldn’t remember what she had done for the family herself.

Cornel tried to explain for his wife, “Dad. She raised two kids up; it was not an easy job! This time she made mistakes; so she didn’t dare to take the credit.”

“What!” George snorted, “She raised two kids up? Which two kids?!”

“Of course Logan and Yolanda!”

“Then you tell me how she treats Logan these years?”

George was questioning and scolding Cornel who didn’t dare to argue. He still remembered how Jacqueline complained about Logan over these years.

Thinking of that, he felt even more guilty…

George threw his stick in anger, “You can’t tell?”

“Dad…” Jacqueline knelt down on the ground, “Please don’t be angry with Cornel. It’s my fault! I should be blamed.”

Cornel relented a little, pulling her up. But George stopped Cornel with his glare. “Let her kneel down as she wants!”

Cornel was in a dilemma. Jacqueline shook his hand off, crying pathetically, “Cornel, you don’t have to defend me. It’s my fault. I should be blamed! I deserve punishment!”

She wiped the tears away, “Dad, please punish me. I deserve it!”