The Heiress Nobody Saw Coming (Natalie and Marcus) novel Chapter 547

Sheldon's voice grew louder and more furious by the second. His grip on Yvette also tightened with every word.

Her head struck the floor repeatedly, each impact sharp and jarring. Her face contorted in agony, blood streaking across her forehead.

"Sheldon."

Marcus spoke at last. He wouldn't let Yvette dir so easily. As soon as he gave the command, Sheldon let out a ragged breath and shoved her aside.

"You vile woman. You venomous hag," he cursed through gritted teeth as he walked back and stood beside the casket.

"Grandma. Are you alright? Say something." Charlene rushed forward and caught the tottering Yvette just in time.

Dizziness washed over Yvette. Stars danced in her vision, her forehead throbbed, and pain shot through her knees.

"Grandma, please. Don't scare me. Say something." Charlene's voice trembled, nearly in tears.

It took a while before Yvette managed to return to herself. She looked at the guests who had come to pay their respects. Many of them had just joined in the beating, but she couldn't tell who exactly had hit her.

Charlene kept calling out to her. Only then did Yvette lift her head and glance at her granddaughter, whose eyes were filled with panic and tears.

Then she looked toward Marcus. His radiated an icy hostility. The moment their eyes met, a bone-deep fear spread uncontrollably through her.

She quickly looked away, heart pounding. But her gaze soon landed on the Walker family. Charlotte and William stared at her like they wanted to tear her apart. Natalie's brothers all looked at her with the same cold, merciless intensity.

And as for Natalie, her expression was strange. There was no anger or hatred, only an unreadable calm.

A surge of regret hit Yvette. She never should have let Charlene meet Hector so soon.

"Natalie, Hector, I'm begging you. Please spare my grandma." Charlene suddenly spoke up, pleading with Natalie and Hector.

"She's old. She has cancer. The doctors can't cure her. She doesn't have much time left. I'm begging you. Just let her go. Please, Natalie.

"Hector, you've been so kind to me this whole time. You took great care of me. Can't you let this slide, for my sake?"

"For your sake? Charlene, does shamelessness ruin your family?" Hector responded. "Do you think you matter? Do you really believe your name carries any weight with me? Count yourself lucky if I don't finish you off right here."

His voice was icy, laced with mockery. "Charlene, who gave you the audacity to say something so disgraceful to me?"

She froze. Her mind went blank. This wasn't the same man who had once been gentle and considerate to her. On their journey to Dithoria, he had been the very image of a kind older brother.

Now, his gaze had turned cold, filled with nothing but disgust and cold rejection, as if she were a filthy rag.

"Enough talk. The granddaughter of a venomous hag is just another little hag. They both deserve to die. The Jenkins bloodline ends here. That's their fate," Sheldon growled with clenched teeth.

"You dare! Sheldon, you're nothing but Charles' dog. What gives you the right to judge the Jenkins family?" Yvette suddenly roared, her voice sharp with rage.

"I'll kill you." Sheldon surged forward again and slapped her again and again.

Each strike landed with full force. His hatred ran deep. For Yvette, and even more so for Vivian.

How could Vivian manipulate Charles' feelings like that? How could she trample so cruelly on his deep, unwavering love?

The Jenkins family had known the truth about her, and yet they had hidden it. They had conspired to force the marriage through.

The downfall of the Jenkins family was no tragedy. It was justice. They had brought it on themselves.

"Yvette, those who betray true love should swallow ten thousand needles." Sheldon's voice trembled with fury. Her face was swollen and red from the slaps.