Regina felt unsettled by Veronica’s gaze and was momentarily stunned into silence. She wondered what the hell happened to this little bitch. It had only been a few days, but she seemed to have changed.
Veronica said, “By the way, why don’t you ask Samuel and Heath why his fever lasted so long and just wouldn’t break?”
Veronica stood before the group with her arms crossed and her chin lifted slightly. Even with the brutal slap mark on her face, her posture showed no trace of embarrassment or retreat.
Upon hearing this, the expressions of both Heath and Samuel changed distinctly.
Heath’s gaze darkened. “Watch your mouth.”
Though he knew the inside story, Samuel was the future heir of the Tate family. This kind of thing wasn’t suitable to discuss in this setting.
Regina picked up on his hesitation. She quickly changed gears, clutching her chest and wailing dramatically. “Heath! Look at this wonderful wife you chose! Divorce her. You have to divorce her!”
Heath caught her as she pretended to be heartbroken, his expression turning sour. “Veronica, do you have to make such a scene?”
He didn’t want this drama to continue and snapped coldly, “Mom hit you, and that was wrong of her, but she’s still your elder. Where’s your usual courtesy and respect? Do you have to be so petty about everything?”
Veronica wasn’t surprised by this at all. Every single time she’d had a conflict with Regina in the past,
Heath had always stood by his mother’s side.
Even when he witnessed Regina laying hands on her, he’d first restrain himself, then blame both parties equally. Or rather, he’d still pressure her to bow her head and apologize to Regina.
And sure enough, he followed up with, “Say sorry to Mom, and we’ll be done with it.”
Veronica simply stared at him, wondering how she could have been so blind these six years to tolerate everything for a man like this.
Heath also felt uncomfortable under her stare. “What are you looking at me like that for?”
“Checking if my eyes are still working,” she said.
Heath was speechless. The two children were so frightened by this argument that they didn’t dare say a word the entire time.
Samuel tugged at Heath, mumbling, “Dad, let’s go back.”
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“Yeah, Heath,” Eleanor chimed in gently. “This floor’s supposed to be private. Let’s head downstairs and talk there.”
“Alright.” Heath snapped out of it and glanced at the closed hospital room.
Tate Group had always focused on its business in Shalton, and its foundation in Jouver wasn’t as deep- rooted as that of the local corporations. However, the Fletcher family was different from those established families that had hundred–year foundations.
The Fletchers had moved their operations from overseas just a few decades ago. Yet, just within ten short years, they’d claimed the top spot among Jouver’s four elite families.
As he returned to Jouver to expand, Heath had hoped to build ties with them. However, he hadn’t had the chance to visit yet, disturbed by one family drama after another.
Still, he had to find a way to reason with Veronica. If she could just go back to being the quiet, obedient wife she used to be, he’d be willing to give her a little more space.
He said, “Let’s go.”
Veronica didn’t budge.
The group waited for her, but Regina grew impatient. “If she won’t leave, let her wait to be thrown out by their security.”
After cursing, she turned and pointed at the food containers on the bench. She said, “Take the soup with
you.”
Veronica might not have been good for much else, but she really did make excellent soup.
Heath saw nothing wrong with this. The soup was originally made specifically for Samuel anyway, and this would give her a way to recover her pride. He stepped forward and reached for the containers, but Veronica smacked his hand away.
She pulled the containers to her chest. Her gaze was cold, and her voice was sharp as she said, “Don’t
touch them.”
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