CHAPTER 70: CHAPTER 70: I’LL TAKE CARE OF YOU FROM NOW ON

"You think you can control me now?" Maeve Lane tilted her head slightly, her tone steady, cold and unwavering, "As for the Fairchild family, if you like them so much, marry into it yourself."

"What nonsense are you spouting!"

Sylvia Lane was flustered upon hearing this!

She regretted making her move so early! At the very least, she should have waited until Maeve married into the Fairchilds, ensuring they’d absolutely detest her! Now that her reputation was already tarnished over there, who knows if she’d ever get married into that family!

Had it been before, hearing Maeve didn’t want to marry into the Fairchild family would have delighted her. But now, that’s not the case; once Maeve marries into that family, the dowry they receive would be significant! Then, the Lane Family would be even wealthier, and Maeve would be the golden goose!

Thinking this way, Sylvia hurriedly grabbed Maeve’s arm, "Sister, don’t be impulsive. The Fairchilds are the elite of the elite, with a legacy of achievements. The former family head was even the president’s right-hand man and highly regarded. Once you marry in, you’ll have everything you want!"

Anson Lane felt he’d called Maeve back today just to aggravate him. She remained indifferent, yet he was so angry he felt like spitting blood, "Look how sensible your sister is, then look at you!"

"Do I need to say it again?" Maeve’s face remained expressionless, enunciating clearly, "To marry me off to someone I’ve never met is im-poss-ible."

Now Anson Lane was truly furious!

It was bad enough that his eldest daughter was emotionally erratic, but now she was defying his orders! If they ended up on the Fairchilds’ bad side, the Lane Family wouldn’t ever have a foothold in Aurelia!

He stormed towards her, lifting his hand as he went!

"Anson!! What are you doing!" A panicked female voice rang out from upstairs. Rosalyn Jennings peeked her head from the staircase, her face pale.

However, Anson’s movements did not slow down due to Rosalyn’s words!

The angry slap seemed imminent on Maeve’s face!

Sylvia’s face showed a gloating smile!

Maeve’s dark eyes squinted slightly, and with a nimble sidestep, she dodged!

Due to his overwhelming anger, Anson’s entire body lunged forward, and with his weight propelling him, he slipped, cracking his front teeth on the floor!

A scream echoed through the villa like a pig being slaughtered!

Just hearing it, let alone experiencing it, was unbearably painful!

Anson lay sprawled on the ground, a heart-wrenching pain emanating from his front teeth; he clutched his mouth, nearly fainting from the agony, "Call the doctor..." As he spoke, blood seeped from his mouth, causing unbearable pain, "I need... a doctor... doctor!"

"Blood! Someone help!!" Sylvia shrieked, "Quick, call a doctor!"

Maeve glanced at Anson, leaving him with a cold stare, "I hope this is the last time."

This gaze was chilling to the extreme, sending shivers down one’s spine.

It was as if saying, if you push her again, they’ll all go down together!

All the reproachful words Anson wanted to say suddenly couldn’t be uttered!

The room was in chaos, with everyone scurrying about for Anson’s injuries, leaving only Rosalyn to approach Maeve with worry, holding her hand, "Zoe, why did you come back? You know your father is a bit... stubborn..."

"To see you." Maeve lowered her head, gently removing the tears from Rosalyn’s eye corner with her thumb, "I’m sorry, I seem to have caused trouble again."

"It’s not your fault."

Maeve rarely showed a hesitant expression, "Mom, get a divorce, I can take care of you in the future."