Suddenly There Are Three (Bailey and Artemis) novel Chapter 422

Chapter 422

Yvette remained mystified.

“I don't know what you're trying to say, Shannon. If you think I was the one who killed your son and caused the loss of your arm, feel free to look for Micah and Holden with the evidence. Given their connections to you, you can count on them for their support.”

Shannon slowly balled her fists.

I will not go to them. They will demand evidence before laying a finger on Yvette because her father raised them. That is also why she dared to come to me so brazenly.

“The wages of sin is death. You will reap what you sow, Yvette.”

“Is that so?”

Yvette stood up from the couch and sauntered toward the door.

When she walked past Shannon, she reached out and patted her shoulder. “I must get to an appointment, and it's time I take my leave. Without concrete evidence, Shannon, you can't do a thing to me.”

With that, she strode out of the rented house on her heels.

When she reached the corridor outside, she suddenly stopped to turn back and sneer at Shannon. “Micah is now the head of Tarragon. Though his power is not as vast as the unseen leader's, he is omnipotent within Tarragon. Business tycoons all over the world want to befriend him. It wouldn't even be surprising for a man like that to have a harem. According to Tarragon's polygamy rules, he is allowed to have wives and concubines. Look at yourself, Shannon. You're not worthy of being with him. If you know what's best for you, keep your distance.”

Shannon clenched her fists.

Yvette's words felt like a cruel stab to her heart.

Indeed, she was unworthy of being with Micah.

The man was now a globally renowned legendary figure who held the hearts of women in the palm of his hand.

As for Shannon, she had a broken arm; her mind was approaching its twilight years, and she could be barren for life. Even an unremarkable suitor would not want her.

Sometimes, she would gaze at the stump where her left arm used to be and would feel repulsed by it.

A broken, incomplete woman who causes revulsion in all men who cast their gaze upon her. What right do I have to stand as an equal to that perfect man? My only reason for living now is revenge. I will avenge my child, and Eugene's spirit will be laid to rest. Since both of them are unreliable, I have to intervene. I will end myself after killing Yvette. No more attachments in the world. Death is perhaps where I belong. My only way out.