Chapter 542
Chapter 542:
With a scoff, Myron grabbed Bonita’s arm and began to pull her away. “I’m her father!” he snapped. “This is a family issue—stay out of it!”
Bonita gripped Fernanda tightly, her fingers digging in as if holding onto her last chance.
Frustration building, Myron raised his hand to strike Bonita again, but Fernanda was quick to intervene.
“Are you ready to face jail time?” Fernanda’s voice was sharp as she locked eyes with him.
“Excuse me?”
“Don’t you know hitting your child is against the law?” Fernanda’s gaze turned cold as ice. “There’s a police station nearby. Shall we go there and get a medical exam?”
Meanwhile, inside the room, Nettie exchanged a few quiet words with Beckett, her expression shifting as she seemed to grasp the full situation.
She drawled with a mocking smile. “Ah, so you’re the one who got into a fight with my son yesterday? His face still bears the marks! Shouldn’t we address that as well? I’ve always wondered why Bonita became so difficult after coming to Esaham. Now I see—she’s been learning from people like you!”
Before Fernanda could respond, Lola interrupted sharply, “This is a family matter, young lady. It doesn’t concern you. Stay out of it and move along. You’re in no position to interfere.”
With a derisive laugh, Fernanda shot back, “Is that so? Well, Bonita is my friend, and of course, I won’t stand by while she’s treated like this. And what exactly do you plan on doing? Are you going to beat her to death?”
Myron, his patience worn thin, jabbed a finger at Fernanda’s face and said in a rising, angry voice, “Why are you so disrespectful? Are you leaving or not? If not, you will regret it!”
To him, Fernanda was nothing more than a young girl, easily dismissed.
Fernanda’s eyes flashed with contempt, her voice dripping with disdain. Without flinching, she met his gaze and retorted, “Oh, really? Then go ahead. Let’s see what you can do.”
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The air in the room thickened with tension as their standoff escalated. In her haste to enter, Fernanda had left the door ajar, and the heated argument quickly drew the attention of a staff member passing by. They rushed to inform the manager, who made his way over to the room.
As he entered, ready to inquire about the commotion, his eyes landed on Fernanda’s face, and he gasped. “Miss Morgan?”
Fernanda paused and turned toward him. “You know who I am?”
The manager nodded eagerly. “Just a moment, please,” he said, before dashing off with a walkie-talkie in hand.
Confusion spread through Fernanda and the others in the room. Minutes later, several individuals entered, their presence only adding to the already charged atmosphere.
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