“Wyatt has been monopolized by you for so many years, it’s time you were satisfied,” Katie Poole strutted proudly like a peacock in triumph.
“If I’m not worthy, you’re even less so.
At least I come from a distinguished family, and you…
a bastard who doesn’t even know her own father, what right do you have to belittle me?
Do you think stepping on me will make you any nobler?
No matter how grandly you disguise yourself, it cannot change your birth; you’re nothing but a cheap woman.”
Claudia Ross had learned something about Katie Poole from Wyatt’s mother.
She wasn’t normally a harsh person, but pushed to the edge, she lashed out, cruelly targeting the other woman’s insecurities.
What mattered most to Katie Poole was her own background.
Her beautiful almond-shaped eyes suddenly reddened with fury, as if about to spew flames: “What good does your noble birth do you if Wyatt doesn’t love you?
He’d rather be with a cheap woman like me than with you.
You’re worse than a cheap woman, a cast-off wife, ha ha!”
Claudia Ross, driven by anger, shoved Katie Poole away.
“Ouch…” Katie Poole let out a cryptic smile and fell to the ground, moaning in pain on the floor.
Wyatt Perry stormed into the room like a whirlwind and anxiously lifted Katie Poole into his arms.
“What happened?”
Katie Poole leaned into Wyatt’s embrace, stammering, “I was just asking if my sister needed my help, I didn’t expect…
It’s all my fault; I shouldn’t have meddled…”
Before Katie Poole could finish, Wyatt’s gaze shot toward Claudia Ross like a dart.
Full of pent-up rage and wronged by Wyatt’s indiscriminate accusation, Claudia Ross erupted.
“I did want to push her; she got what she deserved.
Wyatt Perry, Katie Poole is a cheap woman, and you’re a dog; a cheap woman and a dog, perfectly matched for eternity.
No one could tear you apart; a match made in heaven,” Claudia Ross snapped back, throwing fuel on the fire.
Wyatt Perry, furious, raised his hand.
But his hand never fell; it hung in the air.
Claudia Ross thought Wyatt was going to hit her and closed her eyes in a reflex.
The slap never came, and she warily opened her eyes, meeting Wyatt’s eyes ablaze with fury.
His dark, jade-like eyes finally showed warmth.
But Claudia Ross felt very cold inside: “Why didn’t you hit me?
Can’t bear to do it?”
Can’t bear to do it?
Wyatt was taken aback: “I never hit women; don’t force me to make an exception.”
Seeing Wyatt about to hit Claudia Ross filled Katie Poole with glee, but since he didn’t follow through, she was disappointed.
“Wyatt, don’t be angry.
My sister must be confused and talking nonsense because of her anger.
Let’s leave her be, give her some time.
She’ll surely come to understand us,” Katie said.
Katie Poole approached, taking Wyatt Perry’s arm, and tried to play the understanding figure.
“You don’t need to make excuses for her at your own expense,” Wyatt replied, his voice softest when speaking to Katie Poole.
“As long as I can be with you, these aren’t sacrifices.
It doesn’t matter how others treat me; I only care about you,” Katie Poole said, snuggled up against Wyatt Perry’s shoulder while he wrapped his arm around her.
The scene between them was harmonious and perfect.
Claudia Ross slowly unclenched her fists.
The back of her fair hand was red, her fingers swollen—Katie Poole hadn’t held back when she stepped on her.
Wincing in pain, Claudia Ross picked up the photograph from the floor.
This was the only wedding photo she had with Wyatt Perry.
To him, it was just a useless piece of paper, but to her, it was precious.