The Secret Heir Return To Wealth And Love novel Chapter 2175

“Jameson, are you really gonna stand there and watch your family fall to pieces because of you getting pushed around?” Malcom barked at Jameson, his voice echoing through the room, “If you had any sense, you wouldn’t just stand there while everyone's at each other’s throats. You killed Great-Grandma...”

“I didn’t kill her! She called each and every one of you, wanting company for her visit to Grandma Natalie's grave, but you all made up excuses not to go! I was the one who took Great-Grandma to fulfill her last wish! I did nothing wrong!” Jameson retorted, each word hammering down with conviction, “Whatever Great-Grandma left for me, I won’t give up a single thing to anyone else!”

After a dramatic two-second pause, under the astonished gaze of his elders, Jameson continued with even more force, “If Great-Grandma didn't leave it to you, it's because she didn’t want you to have it. Great-Grandma was good to me, and I will honor her wishes. If she didn't want someone to have something, they won’t get it!”

“Well, look at you! Quiet as a mouse usually, but now that the old bird's gone, your true colors come out,” Malcom sneered, pointing at Jameson with a face twisted in anger and spite.b2

“Felix,” Rosalynn said, her eyelids drooping as she spoke.

Without a word, Felix moved.

Two sharp slaps rang out, spinning Malcom right around until he plopped onto the floor.

“Oh my, darling!” Helena cried out.

Seeing her son and husband both slapped, she lost it.

“Rosalynn! What do you think you’re doing? You think you can just barge into someone else's home and hit people because you’re some big-shot tycoon's wife? I’m going to the press with this!”

“Who did you just call an old bird?” Rosalynn’s gaze turned icy as she asked, each word deliberate and menacing.

Malcom, who had been ready to snap back, suddenly felt a chill at the base of his spine, his eyes instinctively dodging hers.

“I was giving Brisa some respect, pretending not to notice how you all neglected her in her final hours, sitting down to hear your grievances peacefully, talking things out. But you seem to think I’m a pushover, getting more audacious by the minute,” Rosalynn’s tone was chilling, “If you’re not willing to talk things out nicely, then we’ll do it your way.”