Yvonne Cheney suddenly turned her head, her neck emitting a slight crack.
She stared fiercely at Tristan Lowell.
The woman who was always timid seemed like a completely different person at that moment.
"Who is this woman? Who exactly is this woman inside!"
The scream was mixed with despair and humiliation, making listeners' hearts tighten.
Even the butler standing in the corner couldn't bear to listen anymore.
He silently turned his face away, lowered his head, his gaze falling to the floor.
Yvonne closed her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, tears silently sliding down.
Her whole body seemed to be drained of strength, her back hunching, shoulders gently shaking.
In the past, she blamed everything on Cora Lowell.
She called her a vixen, born with poison, specifically to ruin men.
Even her husband and son were enchanted by her, forgetting their family, forgetting their responsibilities.
Later, Tristan Lowell beat her, each time more vicious than the last.
