Free Web NovelChapter 63: Chapter 63: 2 Women Fighting
"You... you’re being ridiculous!"
Cecilia Quincy didn’t take the bait, hoping to gloss over the matter with a few vague words.
"Hmph..." Sonia Quincy chuckled knowingly. She had expected this.
"Ethan." Cecilia Quincy guiltily reached for Ethan Lockwood’s hand, her beautiful eyes instantly filling with tears. "Please don’t listen to Sonia Quincy’s nonsense. None of that has anything to to do with me."
"..." Ethan Lockwood didn’t answer her.
He stared intently at Sonia Quincy, his sharp eyes filled with complex emotions.
Ever since Sonia Quincy had transmigrated, she hadn’t worn any makeup. Her face was bare, her complexion fair and clear, her features delicate and gentle, like a lotus blossom just breaking the water’s surface.
Ethan Lockwood was used to seeing Cecilia Quincy’s powdered and painted face. Now, as he sized up Sonia Quincy, he found his former lover surprisingly captivating.
Sonia Quincy stood in the sunlight, and even the strands of her hair seemed to glow. She watched Cecilia Quincy with a half-smile, the small mole on the tip of her nose adding a unique charm to her.
Ethan Lockwood’s throat tightened, a strange vexation rising in his heart.
"Ethan." Cecilia Quincy stared at him blankly, a sudden fear creeping in.
Sonia Quincy, oblivious to the turbulent undercurrent between the two, just wanted to finish what she had to say.
"Cecilia Quincy, just because I don’t bring up the past doesn’t mean I’ve forgotten or forgiven. Just you wait. One day, I will expose your true colors and take back the good name you stole from me!"
"..." Cecilia Quincy bit her lip hard, her breathing ragged.
"Get lost." Sonia Quincy really didn’t want to see them, so she simply turned her back.
Ethan Lockwood stared at her back, gritting his teeth as a grim smile touched his lips. "Sonia Quincy, remember what you said today."
Sonia Quincy snorted contemptuously. "You remember it if you want. My brain is for remembering Felix Preston."
The name "Felix Preston" seemed to be barbed today, pricking at Ethan Lockwood and making his anger flare.
"We’ve been broken up for so long, how are you still so pathetic? A man like Felix Preston... only you would treat him like some kind of treasure."
Felix Preston was Sonia Quincy’s soft spot. She couldn’t stand anyone disparaging him, especially not Ethan Lockwood.
She slowly turned her head, casting a vicious glare at the scumbag behind her out of the corner of her eye. "Ethan Lockwood, a man who cheated on me emotionally has no right to comment on my life, and he damn well has no right to comment on my husband."
"My husband is the most perfect man in the world. He’s not someone a piece of trash like you can even think of touching."
"You—" Ethan Lockwood was left speechless by her comeback. He clenched his jaw so tightly it made a horrifying CRACK CRACK sound.
Sonia Quincy, having unleashed that tirade, was mentally and physically exhausted. She picked up her phone from the table and gave the two troublemakers one last warning.
"This is my house. Get out now, or I’m calling the police."
"Good. Very good..." Ethan Lockwood muttered the words neurotically, abandoning Cecilia Quincy where she stood and turning to leave.
Cecilia Quincy’s heart dropped. She quickly hurried after him. "Ethan, wait for me!"
"This... This..." The two agents stood there dumbfounded, unsure whether to leave or stay.
Sonia Quincy waved her hand in annoyance. "You two can go, too. From now on, send me the client’s information before a viewing. Only bring people over after I’ve given the okay."
Lawrence’s face was grim, but he nodded. "Understood. We’ll, uh, be going then."
Mrs. Preston: "Mm-hmm."
The sound of shuffling footsteps faded around the corner of the hallway. Except for Ms. Armstrong, all the unwanted riffraff were gone.
"WHOOSH..." Sonia Quincy put her hands on her hips and let out a long breath, feeling a wave of relief wash over her.
"So satisfying!"
Recalling the looks on Cecilia Quincy and Ethan Lockwood’s faces—like they’d eaten shit—she couldn’t help but shout, "That was so damn satisfying!"
Mrs. Preston watched her with a smile and chimed in loudly, "You gave them a great scolding, Sonia! I found it incredibly satisfying, too!"
"HAHAHAHAHA!" Sonia Quincy’s eyes crinkled as she laughed, but in the middle of her laughter, she suddenly remembered there was one more thing she hadn’t dealt with.
Her smile didn’t fade as she slowly turned to face Ms. Armstrong, who was standing pressed against the wall.
With Ethan Lockwood gone, Ms. Armstrong suddenly found her courage. She tilted her head back, looking down her nose at Sonia Quincy.
Sonia Quincy said directly, "Stop putting on an act. I know Ethan Lockwood sent you."
"..." Ms. Armstrong’s expression faltered, and she immediately looked away guiltily.
Sonia Quincy: "...Since you’re not a real client, the Preston Family won’t be paying a single cent for your husband’s hospital bills. Crawl back to whatever hole you came from, or I’ll mop your face with a shit-soaked mop!"
"You..."
"Where is that shameless woman?"
A sharp shout suddenly echoed from the hallway, cutting off the words Ms. Armstrong was about to say.
Sonia Quincy recognized the voice. Almost instantly, a headache began to bloom.
"Where is that shameless woman?" Renee Sinclair appeared from around the corner of the hallway like a whirlwind, followed by several men who looked like bodyguards.
"Renee?" Mrs. Preston knew Renee Sinclair and was also aware of Renee’s feelings for Felix Preston.
She glanced nervously at Sonia Quincy, then took a few quick steps to the doorway to stand in front of her. "Renee, what are you doing here? And these men behind you are..."
"Auntie." Renee Sinclair tossed her high ponytail and had her men corner Ms. Armstrong.
"I heard some blind fool of a woman has been coming to the house to harass you and Felix for over a week. I couldn’t stand it, so I brought some people to teach her a lesson!"
Mrs. Preston was startled by the display and quickly waved her hands. "It’s-it’s not that serious. You don’t have to do this."
"I must!" Renee Sinclair glared at Ms. Armstrong, then shot a triumphant, provocative glance at Sonia Quincy. "Auntie, you and Felix are already burdened with work. You’re tired and stressed enough. I absolutely will not allow anyone to disturb your lives!"
Mrs. Preston: "That’s not it, you..."
"Auntie!" Renee Sinclair didn’t want to hear her pleasantries. She placed her hands on Mrs. Preston’s shoulders and pushed her back into the living room. "Felix has to work, Lynn has to work, and you’re too old to be worrying about these trivial matters! There aren’t enough people in the family, and you’re saddled with a useless piece of trash. I have to step up and serve justice for you."
Sonia Quincy: "..."
’More passive-aggressive nonsense out of nowhere.’
"Renee!" Mrs. Preston grabbed Renee Sinclair’s hand, clearly displeased with what she’d just said. "You..."
"Don’t you worry, Auntie!" Renee Sinclair gave her no chance to speak. She raised her chin arrogantly, her gaze toward Sonia Quincy full of smug satisfaction. "I am the sole heiress of the Sinclair Group. I have money and power. I can solve problems that a certain piece of trash can’t!"
"Sonia Quincy, open your eyes and take a good look. See what kind of person is truly worthy of Felix."
"...Huh?" Sonia Quincy was completely bewildered. Before she could figure out how Renee Sinclair was planning to "serve justice," she saw Renee turn, walk up to Ms. Armstrong, grab her by the collar, and slap her across the face several times. SLAP! SLAP!
"GASP—" Sonia Quincy’s eyes widened in horror as she sucked in a sharp breath.
"AHHHHH!!!" Ms. Armstrong was no pushover, either. After getting hit, she reacted quickly and immediately started fighting back.
"SLAP!"
"THUD!"
"AH!"
’The two women had just started fighting, out of nowhere!’
