Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez by Selina Gorges

Chapter 378 Yvette looked at the deranged Winona, her voice steady and cold. "You reap what you sow." Hearing this, Zachary paused for a moment. He looked at Winona and said with a heavy heart, "Winona, it was your choice to take what you thought was an easy path. Your jealousy has destroyed you. "Yvette never had you in her sights, and deep down, you know it. You just don't want to admit it. Rather than living on your own merits, you chose to cling to the Carter family, letting hatred cloud your mind. "Everything that has happened to you- you have only yourself to blame." Zachary sighed and felt conflicted. Although Winona was not his biological child, he'd raised her for over twenty years, never treating her unfairly. He'd done all he could, and now he felt no guilt or obligation. Without the Chambers or Smith families, Winona could have survived on her own-Nellie had invested so much in her education. Even as a dance instructor, she could have led a decent life.

Instead, Winona chose to degrade herself, depending on the Carter family and harboring malicious intent, even going so far as to kidnap Yvette. This was the point of no return.

Winona's face twisted as she clutched her stomach in pain, her bloodied fingers trembling as she pointed at Yvette, her voice choked with bitter resentment.

"Yes, I'm jealous! Jealous that she gets everything without lifting a finger. Why is she the Cyanbird, while I have to use her nto achieve my goals, and only for her to ruin it all and turninto a laughingstock? "If she hadn't exposed me, none of this would've happened! We could have coexisted peacefully, and it's all her fault. Even now, you're blaming me! My only mistake was not finding her sooner and ending her." Winona's mind was consumed by her hatred, and her red-rimmed eyes fixed on Yvette with a murderous glare.

Yvette sat there, looking calm and laid-back, her gaze thoughtful and eyes cold. She looked at Winona seriously and said, "You can't kill me." Those four words, spoken with absolute certainty, shattered Winona's final sliver of composure. The words echoed in her mind, relentless, as her stomach pain intensified, cold sweat trickling down her face until she was as pale as a ghost. Zachary's eye twitched. Yvette's talent for driving people mad was unmatched. The impact of those four words on Winona was enormous.

Zachary pondered for a moment. Winona would naturally face legal consequences for her mistakes, and Yvette did not need grave to get involved in such matters.

Then Zachary's tone hardened. "Winona, what you've done today has crossed every line of the law. We will not protect you. Prepare yourself for judgment-by the police and the law. May you reflect on your choices." Winona glanced at Zachary, who was visibly furious, and at Yvette, who looked at her with cold indifference as if she were nothing. In a last-ditch effort, she made an unexpected move.

Clutching her stomach, she dropped to her knees before them, hiding the hatred in her eyes as she pleaded through tears.

"I'm sorry, Dad, no... I mean, Mr. Chambers, I'm really sorry. I truly regret what I did. I was foolish, consumed by jealousy, and I swear I'll never do anything like this again.

Please, giveone more chance. I promise I'll disappear from your lives and never bother Yvette again. I know you're a kind man who raisedfor over twenty years. Please, showmercy just this once." 1/3 08:19 Wed, Nov 13 Chapter 378 0003 89%- +5 Winona's sudden display of remorse took Zachary aback for a moment. But Zachary wasn't naïve. He knew Winona's heart was twisted beyond repair. Her words rang hollow-he saw through her act. Like her mother, Nellie, Winona was a master manipulator, and Zachary wouldn't leave such a threat lingering around Yvette. Seeing Zachary's steely resolve, Winona's desperation deepened. She turned to Yvette, kneeling on the ground and lowering her head in supplication, clutching her stomach in an attempt to use her unborn child as leverage. "Yvette, please! I know I was wrong. I shouldn't have let jealousy cloud my judgment or see you as an enemy. I'm begging you to givea chance to make things right. You're a woman too; surely you understand. "My child is already forming-would you really let him grow up without a mother?" Hands in her pockets, Yvette looked down at Winona with a penetrating gaze, her expression void of empathy. Tilting her head slightly, Yvette's voice was cold. "If you don't care about your own child, why should I? I'm no saint. You tried to kill me-why would I ever spare you?" Winona froze, stunned by Yvette's words. She had expected to use the unborn child as leverage, but Yvette's response was ice-cold, devoid of any sympathy.

Realizing that there was no hope for her here and that the Carters would abandon her once they discovered what she'd done-she gritted her teeth, a desperate plan forming in her mind.

What Winona had planned was already underway. Today, Robert would be making his move against Victor. Once Victor was out of the picture, her child would be the Carters' only legitimate heir.

In that case, the family would have no choice but to protect her, even if she had to flee to Mysonna afterward. Let's see how Yvette could stop her then.

With a crazed glint in her eyes, Winona pulled out a concealed gun, pointing it directly at Yvette.

A maniacal laugh burst from Winona's lips, "Did you two really think I'd chere unprepared?"

Zachary's eyes widened in horror.

Winona had completely lost it.

m Without thinking, he stepped forward, shielding Yvette with his broad shoulders, blocking her from Winona's aim. Watching his protective stance, Yvette clenched her fingers slightly, her gaze sharpening.

"Winona!" Zachary roared, his voice thick with anger. "Are you out of your mind? You'd dare to wield a gun?"

Winona smirked, her voice dripping I with venom. "What wouldn't I dare? Today, I'll make sure you witness your precious daughter's death in front of you." Meanwhile, outside the abandoned factory, Layla's driver paced back and forth near the car, his face pale with anxiety.

He eyed the factory, but his fear kept him from going inside. Unable to wait any longer, he took a deep breath, pulled out his phone, and dialed 911.

"Yes, this is the police? I'm at the abandoned factory on the outskirts. Here's the situation..." In a panic, the driver didn't notice the black SUV parked sdistance away.

Five or six men sat inside the vehicle, each looking seasoned and battle-ready, their expression@cold e. behind dark sunglasses. Watching the driver on the phone, Victor quickly realized he was calling the police. He never expected an inconspicuous