Marrying my secret admirer after my husband's fake death novel Chapter 162

Oh no, her cousin really did predict this perfectly.

A faint crease appeared between Edith’s brows, and a wave of annoyance

washed over her.

Susan’s wailing sounded like she was mourning the entire Johnson family, as if they’d all suddenly perished.

The sobs made Edith’s temples throb in pain.

Yvonne, meanwhile, looked both aggrieved and furious, squeezing out two pitiful tears and speaking up in Susan’s defense. “Susan’s been pampered her whole life. Her family’s never even raised a hand to her, let alone someone else hitting her!”

As she spoke, Yvonne abruptly pointed a finger straight at Edith.

Edith had barely stepped into the main hall when Yvonne’s accusation met her at the threshold, making her hesitate to fully enter the room.

Justin glanced up, unbothered, and asked in a casual tone, “Back so soon? I thought you’d stay with your cousin a bit longer.”

Edith finally crossed the threshold completely. “She just got back to the country–still busy with work and hunting for a place to stay. I didn’t want to impose.”

Justin gestured naturally to the empty seat beside the main sofa, and Edith obediently took the spot.

But as soon as she sat down, she realized how awkward it felt to be sitting so close to Justin with the current tension in the room.

She glanced at Susan, still howling on the floor, and Yvonne, dabbing dramatically at her eyes.

Edith felt like a portrait–no, more like a memorial photo propped up at a funeral.

Susan’s cries were practically drilling into her eardrums.

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Chapter 162

Who knew someone could be this loud?

Yvonne, noticing Justin’s calm demeanor, anxiously repeated herself, her voice rising.

“Susan’s always been proud. No one’s ever dared lay a hand on her, much less slap her across the face! Justin, how am I supposed to explain this to the Johnsons?”

Justin took a deep breath, and Edith, watching the exchange, felt a flicker

of unease.

Sure, Susan started this mess, but just as her cousin warned, if Justin wasn’t completely on her side, she’d end up taking the blame.

Justin parted his lips and spoke coolly, “Oh? She’s so proud, but she still needs you to carry all her shopping bags for her when you go out? Seems to me she’s pretty handy at playing the servant or bodyguard. Not so proud after all.”

He paused for a moment, then continued, “Never been hit before? Funny, because I distinctly remember her cozying up to that notorious Northcrest punk—and getting slapped around more than once.”

His words left Yvonne momentarily speechless.

But Justin didn’t give her time to recover. “You weren’t dragging her out to party with strangers, and she’s hardly been assaulted. So what exactly do you need to explain to the Johnsons? If they really want an explanation, I’ll give them one myself. But then, who’s going to explain things to me? My poor, delicate Mrs. Hawksley–look at what you’ve done to her. What exactly have you all put her through?”

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