Chapter 1485:
Dazed, Yvette tasted blood in her mouth from the force of that slap—harder even than Mattie’s earlier blow.
“You dared lay a hand on me? I’ll kill you for that!” she screamed, lunging straight for Elena, but Mattie held her back before she could get close.
Kicking and flailing, Yvette screamed, “Let me go! I swear I’ll tear her apart!” Her fury made it almost impossible for Mattie to hold her in place.
At that moment, Quentin appeared on the scene, just in time to witness his granddaughter howling threats at the Healer as if she had lost all sense.
“Enough of this disgrace!” Quentin snapped, signaling for someone to drag Yvette away.
Spotting her grandfather, Yvette broke into tears.
“Grandpa, she hit me! You have to let me hit her back!”
Quentin brought his cane down hard on Yvette’s leg.
“Shameful girl. Apologize to the Healer now!”
The sting of his words and the cane brought fresh tears to Yvette’s eyes. Quentin offered Elena a strained, apologetic smile.
“I’m so sorry, Healer. This is my granddaughter, and it’s clear we failed to teach her manners. She’s spoiled, and I’ll make sure she apologizes at once. Please, forgive us.”
“Grandpa, did you mistake her for someone else? What Healer?”
Quentin refused to waste another second on explanation. He knew that crossing the Healer meant consequences too severe to imagine. He hissed at Yvette, “Apologize to the Healer right now, or I’ll freeze your bank accounts and throw you out of the family.”
The moment Yvette heard the threat, her bold front crumbled. Grudgingly, she managed a barely audible, “Sorry.”
All eyes in the Jimenez family focused on Elena, waiting for her reaction.
Quentin spoke.
𝗢𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗮𝘁 ⲅⲁⳑ𝗇𝗈ⳡ𝖊𝗅𝘀⍿𝗰𝗼𝗆
“Healer, could you be generous enough to forgive my granddaughter?”
Elena scoffed. Did they truly believe a weak apology could fix everything? Did they really think she’d just forgive and forget?
Quentin wore a fake smile.
“Healer, if you could generously forgive my granddaughter’s recklessness, how about we head somewhere private and talk business?” he suggested, his voice oozing flattery.
That was the real reason Quentin was here. The Jimenez family’s legacy was fading fast. Their business, once a symbol of pride, now teetered on the edge of collapse. Unless he found a miracle, their name would soon vanish from the upper ranks.
Quentin had spent countless nights worrying over this, and just when desperation set in, the Healer called. To him, it felt like a lifeline. He hoped to leverage the Healer’s reputation to revive his family business, so he spoke to Elena with utmost respect.
But Quentin was reading the situation all wrong. Elena hadn’t called him to talk business at all.
“Who told you I had any intention of working with the Jimenez family?” Elena said.
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