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Chapter 1525 Keep Your Opinion To Yourself
Chapter 1525 Keep Your Opinion To Yourself
Chapter 1525 Keep Your Opinion To Yourself
Timothy toyed with his cup, his voice indifferent. “If only you had been kinder to my mother when you
were young, I'd even be willing to give your daughter shares in Forlisle Group, not to mention arranging
for her to work at the company, Aunt Louisa.”
At the side, Johanna turned and glanced at the man.
She could seemingly understand why he never visited his uncles and aunts during the new year or
allowed Asel to come over.
Not long after, Ysabelle came over after changing into another gown for the toast session.
She noticed her mother's grim expression and asked what was wrong. Xylia quietly explained, “Mrs.
Steele asked Timothy to arrange for you to work at Forlisle Group, but he disagreed and even snapped
at her.”
Upon hearing that, Ysabelle said to Timothy while suppressing her temper, “My mom and Aunt Aubrey
are sisters by blood. How could she possibly treat Aunt Aubrey poorly? Never mind if you don't want
me to go to Forlisle Group. There are plenty of big companies in the country, and I'm not particularly
keen on Forlisle Group either. But my mom is also your aunt. Don't you think you were a bit too rude to
her?”
“Wasn't I just having a normal conversation with her? How was I being rude?” Timothy countered in
puzzlement.
“You said my mom doesn't treat Aunt Aubrey well.” While speaking, Ysabelle pointed at Johanna. “And
what kind of wife did you marry? She didn't bother to greet her elders. When I was making my entrance
during the wedding earlier, she even deliberately stole my thunder.”
Since it was her own wedding and all eyes were on her, she had been curbing her temper instead of
blowing up because of the matter just now.
“I was the one who told her not to greet anyone. If you have an opinion about it, keep it to yourself,”
said Timothy.
At his rudeness, Ysabelle flushed bright red with rage. “Don't you think you're being ridiculous,
Timothy? You're a grown man, yet you're disdained when you take your wife's hand. Did Xylia ever
embarrass you like that when you dated her?”
Timothy's eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze emanating a terrifying aura as he swung it at Xylia. The
latter guiltily hung her head while Ysabelle stood protectively before her.
“Xylia only told me all that because she cares about you.” Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.
Then, Ysabelle continued, “Don't be manipulated by this woman, Timothy. Her father is a gambling
addict, even willing to sell his wife for money to gamble. Don't you know who her mother is?”
Timothy forcefully slammed his cup onto the banquet table, making a startlingly loud bang. His voice
turned grave as well. “Can you just shut up?”
Ysabelle was so frightened that she trembled all over and nearly fell down.
Louisa hurriedly supported Ysabelle, her expression unchanged as she said, “Don't be angry, Timothy.
Ysabelle merely doesn't want to see you being toyed around by a woman. After your mother passed
away, your father remarried not long after. But he didn't marry someone decent. She was only after his
money. Look, she even had you marry her daughter later.”
She glanced at Johanna, who had been silent all along, before adding, “Her mother is just trying to trap
both you and your father.”
At that, Timothy chuckled. “You sure know a lot, Aunt Louisa.”
“The Joule family used to be quite well-known in Jadeborough. I even shared a meal with her mother at
the same table once.” Louisa lifted her chin slightly. “We all know the kind of person Mrs. Joule is—”
Before Louisa had finished speaking, Timothy suddenly lifted his hands and flipped the banquet table
over.
Plates and wine bottles crashed onto the floor, startling everyone at and around the table. Louisa took
two steps back, looking utterly terrified.
Wiping his hands with a tissue, Timothy uttered nonchalantly, “Aunt Louisa, ever since I arrived, I've
been quite polite to you and Ysabelle. But the two of you won't stop buzzing in my ear. Since you've
shown my wife no courtesy, I see no reason to afford you any respect.”
Louisa's lips quivered. She wanted to say something, but Timothy coldly interrupted, “The kind of
people my wife's parents are, is none of your business! This is the last time I'm having a meal with you.
Wait until OId Mrs. Wenstein passes away before you inform me next.”
After he finished speaking, he took Johanna by the hand and left. Louisa was so livid that her chest
heaved violently. She almost burst a blood vessel.