Chapter 792
Chapter 792:
“This is none of your business!” she spat. “This is between the Perrys and us. What do you think you’re doing, poking your nose into our affairs?”
The weight of her worry for her son, paired with the harshness of reality, was too much for Nettie to handle. Her thoughts scattered, and anyone who crossed her path became the target of her venomous words.
“You think Beckett’s situation only involves assault, do you?” Fernanda said, her gaze unflinching. “There’s slander involved too, and it was aimed at someone under contract with our company.” She locked eyes with Nettie. “Our company will stand by its employees, and as the owner, I won’t just sit back and do nothing.”
Nettie’s brow furrowed in confusion. “What slander? Stop talking nonsense! Who did my son slander?”
“You’ll find out soon enough,” Fernanda replied calmly. “Be patient.” With that, she turned and walked away without another word. Nettie, furious, took a step forward to argue, but Jett grabbed her arm and yanked her back.
“Can you just keep quiet for once?” Jett hissed, his voice sharp with frustration. “You’re already making a fool of yourself.”
“You coward!” Nettie slapped Jett across the cheek. “Worthless! Can’t even protect your own son!”
She was used to being the one in control, the one who never had to swallow her pride. But today, she had been humiliated time and time again, and the anger bubbling inside her had nowhere to go.
Myron and Lola, silent witnesses to Nettie’s outburst, exchanged glances but said nothing. They offered no comfort, no words of solace. Fernanda rounded a corner and spotted Cristian’s car parked nearby.
As soon as she saw him, the door swung open, and she slid into the car.
“I saw them as I was driving over,” Cristian remarked, his voice low.
“Mrs. Ramirez was pretty worked up.”
𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙘𝙚 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 g𝖺𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⧿𝖼𝗈𝗺
“A mother’s worry,” Fernanda mused with a hint of irony. “However, what did she expect? The law will have to intervene if they can’t control their son. Instead of keeping her mentally ill son at home, she allows him to run amok and hurt people. No wonder he’s in trouble now.”
Cristian started the car and pulled out smoothly. “I’ve already spoken to the higher-ups at the police. They won’t let the Ramirez family visit Beckett. There’s nothing they can do.”
Fernanda let out a quiet laugh. “No wonder they can’t get near him.”
“I had a getaway planned for after your finals,” Cristian said with a rueful grin. “But things didn’t work out that way. With school starting soon, our vacation will have to wait for the next break.”
“Where were you planning to go?” Fernanda asked, her curiosity piqued.
“An island,” Cristian replied. “Somewhere peaceful. Just to unwind.”
Fernanda’s eyes lit up. “An island? Sounds perfect. But there’s no rush. When it gets cold, we could head to a southern island to escape the chill. That would be just lovely.”
“Great idea,” Cristian agreed. “Let’s make that happen.”
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