Chapter 957
Chapter 957:
Gritting his teeth, Robert rushed after Selma, grabbing for her arm. But her grip on the railing slipped.
With a sharp gasp, Selma lost her balance and tumbled down the stairs, her body flipping like a ragdoll. She hit the floor with a sickening thud—motionless.
The room went dead silent. The chaos vanished in an instant. For a split second, no one moved—then Michelle’s and Erika’s screams tore through the air.
Ector reacted first. Shoving past them, he scooped Selma into his arms and bolted for the door, his movements swift and focused.
Erika stumbled after him, but as she neared Fernanda, she froze. Her tear-streaked face twisted with fury.
“Are you happy now?” she shrieked, her voice raw with emotion. “You hurt my grandmother! Is this what you wanted?”
Fernanda remained unfazed, her expression unreadable as she flicked her gaze toward Erika. “Did I lay a hand on her?” Her voice was calm, almost detached. “If she had simply walked away, none of this would have happened.”
She tilted her head slightly, eyes sharpening. “You know exactly whose fault this is.”
Then, her gaze shifted to Robert. He stood rigid on the stairs, his face blank as he processed the chaos unraveling around him.
Erika, visibly shaken, glanced at Robert. Her face drained of color before she turned and bolted outside.
Robert lingered for a beat, dazed, before following after her.
The house, once filled with chaos, had fallen into an eerie silence. Fernanda sank onto the sofa, exhaling slowly, as if releasing the last remnants of tension.
Cristian’s hand found hers, his grip steady and warm. She turned to him, brow lifting slightly. “What is it?”
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Before he could answer, Leon’s voice cut in, light and teasing. “Boss, congrats on clearing out the trash. How about a drink at Zero Degree to celebrate?”
Fernanda’s lips curled into a smirk. “Sounds perfect. I could use one.”
The group arrived at Zero Degree, slipping in through the underground parking garage to avoid unwanted attention. Inside their private room, security was tight—no chance of running into paparazzi or uninvited guests.
Fernanda leaned back, letting the reality settle in. She’d done it. Robert and his family were gone. The first step of her plan was complete.
Now, it was just a matter of following through.
The door swung open, and Kevin stepped inside.
He sank onto the sofa across from her, his expression unreadable. “I want to go home.”
It had been days since he left home. Fernanda had arranged for him to stay at Zero Degree.
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