The Woman From Hell novel (Wanda and Theo) novel Chapter 268

Nancy’s eyes widened in anger. "Marcus Zimmer, don’t forget that we worked together to build that company up from scratch. I still own shares in that company, and I won't allow you to give it to an outsider as simply as you please. It must be left to Matthew."

Marcus stood, the expression on his face turning frosty and fierce. "I’ve already said that Matthew is doing well overseas, and I have given him adequate assets. I will also give you enough of what you want. Quinn is my wife, and she has the absolute right to inherit my company."

Nancy seemed to go mad when she heard that. She grabbed Marcus and began hitting him. "You f*cking b *stard, the company doesn't belong to you alone! What right do you have to decide whom to give it to?! I'm not done with you yet!”

Matthew, who had been quiet all this while, stood up and pulled his mother aside to persuade her to stop in a low voice.

Marcus glanced at his son and said, "Your mother is ill. Send her to the hospital.”

Matthew had a furious expression on his face as he glared at Marcus and said, "Karma will make you pay

for this one day."

"You ungrateful b*stard, you..." Matthew's words made Marcus shudder so violently in anger that he nearly lost his balance. He could not find the words to reply t o his son with.

Quinn hurried forward to steady Marcus and gently pat him on the back as she soothed him. After a long while, he finally calmed down.

"I won't take the company, so please stop angering him. He's already old, and his health is deteriorating." Quinn looked at Nancy and Matthew as she resolutely spoke those few sentences to them before hurrying off to take care of Marcus again.

Marcus was coughing violently. He held Quinn’s hands tightly in his, refusing to let go.

Nancy stood nearby and glared frostily at them, a look of hatred and desperation in her eyes. Finally, she said slowly, "Son, take me home."

Matthew helped his mother stand, but he continued glaring at Marcus and Quinn and did not move. I could tell he was trying to control himself.

"Matthew, are you going to disobey even me now?" Nancy raised her voice, and I could sense the tiredness in it.

Finally, Matthew walked off with his mother, a frigid expression on his face.