"Winona Wallace, what are you doing!"

An aged but still authoritative voice came from the entrance.

Hearing this voice, Winona Wallace was dumbstruck on the spot.

It was Mrs. Wallace, the matriarch of the Wallace family, her own grandmother.

Following was Bruce Wallace’s slightly anxious voice, "Mom, it’s nothing, Winona was careless..."

Ha, nothing.

Sheila Fletcher, clutching her forehead and sitting on the floor, pulled out a grim smile.

This Bruce Wallace was truly unconditionally spoiling Winona Wallace, watching with open eyes as Winona smashed a vase on her head, spilling blood, he could still say it was nothing.

"What nothing, she’s spoiled by you, it’s a bloody mess! Mrs. Hamilton, go help Madam up, call the personal doctor, and keep it quiet."

Mrs. Wallace swiftly arranged matters, and even Bruce Wallace dared not defy his own mother.

He could only listen as Mrs. Wallace arranged things.

The Wallace family’s personal doctor came quickly, treated Sheila Fletcher’s wound, and the mess was soon cleaned up by the servants.

Winona Wallace hadn’t expected her grandmother, who usually lived in the old manor, to come over, frightened, she hid behind Bruce Wallace, lowering her head, not daring to speak.

Mrs. Wallace, after Sheila Fletcher bore the grandson Xavier Wallace, swept away her past disdain for Sheila Fletcher, treating her fairly well.

This time, for no apparent reason, she treated Sheila Fletcher even better.

Not only did she personally instruct the doctor to be careful not to leave a scar, she also instructed the kitchen to immediately make bird’s nest soup to calm Sheila Fletcher.

After the doctor left, Sheila Fletcher had slightly calmed down, Mrs. Wallace’s face sank as she looked at Winona Wallace hiding behind Bruce Wallace, "You, disgraceful child, come here!"

Disgraceful child!

Upon hearing her own grandmother call her that, Winona Wallace’s eyes reddened with anger, tears brimming.

She, the illustrious Miss Wallace, had never suffered such grievances.

Winona Wallace immediately looked aggrieved at her father, yet before Mrs. Wallace, even Bruce Wallace dared not say much.

He could only nod at Winona Wallace, indicating for her to obey.

Turning again to Mrs. Wallace, he said, "Mom, Winona is still young, even if you’re angry..."

"Young? She’s already over twenty. When I was her age, I had already borne you. Does she still think she’s a naive and fragile young lady?"

Mrs. Wallace choked back Bruce Wallace with a single sentence, then turned to Winona Wallace.

"You, come here, apologize to your mother. How could a daughter lay hands on her mother, such undutifulness would result in divine retribution. Winona Wallace, you’ve truly brought disgrace to our Wallace family!"

Mother!

No, how could this lowly woman deserve to be her mother?

Winona Wallace had never considered Sheila Fletcher as her mother, not even as a stepmother.

Even though Sheila Fletcher was married to Bruce Wallace, she only referred to her as Auntie.

In Winona Wallace’s mind, she was the illustrious Miss Wallace, and others simply did not qualify to compare with her.

Without hesitation, Winona Wallace retorted defiantly, "She is not my mother, I am Miss Wallace, she climbed into Dad’s bed, she has no right..."

"Impudent!" Mrs. Wallace raised her hand, slapping heavily on the sofa, "What kind of Miss Wallace are you, a Miss Wallace who had relations with an old man who had a family? How dare you point fingers at Sheila Fletcher!"

"I..." Winona Wallace choked on her words, not expecting her own grandmother to speak of her that way.

Bruce Wallace, at the side, quickly pacified, "Mom, Winona’s matter is just a misunderstanding, I’ve explained to you."

"What use is your explanation to me? Do outsiders believe it, do the media believe it, do the shareholders believe it? Bruce Wallace, you know the current situation of the Wallace family better than I do, you’re blinded by your doting on your daughter!"

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