Chapter 266

Margaret Evans had completely lost her mind, shrieking like a deranged harpy as she unleashed years of pent-up fury.

She abandoned all pretense of dignity, consumed by the need to retaliate for every slight she'd endured.

Isabella Evans listened to the vulgar tirade, her expression turning icy.

She wasn't some spineless pushover.

Though she'd tried pleasing Margaret, she carried the Evans heir in her womb. What did she have to fear?

"What's wrong with buying a few bags?" Isabella's voice sharpened. "Those pointless etiquette classes are unbearable! I've humored you long enough!"

"This supplementary card came from your son. If he doesn't object, why should you care?"

Margaret trembled with rage, suddenly remembering Evelyn Langley.

That girl never demanded luxuries—dressing simply yet elegantly.

Unlike this tacky gold-digger!

"You're not fit to lick Evelyn's boots!" Margaret spat.

Isabella smirked. "Miss her that much? Then bring her back!"

"You Evanses are hilarious—scorning people when they're here, pining when they're gone. How pathetic."

"I'm no Evelyn to endure your abuse. We can destroy each other for all I care!"

"Starting today, those ridiculous classes can go to hell!"

She scooped up her scattered designer bags and strode away without a backward glance.

Margaret saw spots from rage, suddenly noticing bystanders filming.

"Stop recording! I'll sue for invasion of privacy!"

A spectator scoffed. "Making a public spectacle and expecting no witnesses?" The crowd dispersed with disdainful murmurs.

Left alone, Margaret clutched her heaving chest.

What karma!

That evening, she was hospitalized for a vertigo attack.

Isabella rushed over upon receiving the call.

In the sterile ward, Margaret lay pallid and disheveled—a far cry from her usual polished self.

"Doctor, how's my mother?" Isabella asked anxiously.

"Emotional distress triggered a relapse. She requires complete rest—no further agitation."

After the doctor left, Isabella took a crisp bite of an apple, eyeing her mother.

"Chloe drove you to this, didn't she? I warned you she's trouble."

"All that pandering, and for what? Landing yourself in a hospital bed?"