When Love Breaks by jack novel Chapter 216

Chapter 216 

Teresa found herself suddenly tumbling to the floor, landing in an ungraceful heap, pain flashing across her face. Disbelief clouded her gaze as she looked up at Margaret. “Margaret, did you just push me? After all these years, providing you with the best of everything. clothes, gadgets, you name it, and this is how you repay me?” 

“We wouldn’t be in this mess now if you truly cared!” Margaret glared down at Teresa with fury etched on her face. She grabbed Teresa’s hair, and her voice sounded icy with resentment. “You always said, ‘If you want something, go get it yourself. No one’s going to hand it to you! Didn’t you? So, why the hell are you blaming me for doing just that? Mom, am I not just following your advice?” 

“No.” Teresa was flustered, a mix of anger and regret swirling within her. “I never taught you to be like this. Never!” 

“I. It isn’t what I meant. It’s not!” Teresa’s protests grew more frantic, and suddenly, she scrambled to her feet, her words tumbling out as she dashed outside, her eyes wide and unfocused. 

Margaret watched her go and suddenly burst into tears, her gaze turning to me, bitter and accusing. “Happy now? Seeing my mom and 1 turn against each other like this makes you proud, huh?” 

“Somewhat.” My response was cold, detached. 

It wasn’t a moment of victory, it was just karma doing its thing. 

When Teresa once treated Bryant’s mother with such disdain, she couldn’t have imagined this day would come. It turned out that the fiercest karma wasn’t from a stranger but her daughter. 

Margaret clenched her teeth. “Don’t think you’ve won! Jane…” 

“Enough with the threats.” I gestured toward the onlookers in the hall with a faint smile. “You’d be better off moving quickly before the online vigilantes find your address and start throwing eggs and painting your door.” 

“You!” At that moment, Margaret realized she was being filmed, her expression immediately shifting as she whispered fiercely, “Jane, you’ve got nerve!” 

With that, she covered her face with her purse and fled. 

At last, the drama had come to an end. 

I sighed and made my way home. 

Christine’s life had been in turmoil, avoiding places where she might run into Steven, instead choosing to stay in, playing video games and binge–watching shows. 

When I walked in, she rushed over with her tablet, barely containing her excitement. “Did you have a hand in what’s online? I wouldn’t have pegged you for the type to hold nothing back. Have you seen? Margaret and Albert are getting roasted online. It’s hilarious.” 

I chuckled, kicking off my shoes. “Wasn’t me.”