Chapter 287

"Cough! Cough!" Vincent Wilson suddenly cleared his throat and grabbed Yvonne Young's wrist. "Let's go play badminton."

"Let go!" Yvonne yanked her hand away. "Can't you see I'm defending Annabelle? Stop interfering!"

Vincent's eyes widened.

He knew Yvonne was naive, but not this naive.

"Miss Dempsey," Yvonne squared her shoulders. "I've been Annabelle's best friend since childhood. I know everything about her."

"Oh?" Vivian Dempsey arched a brow. "Then who's the father of that biracial baby in her belly?"

"That's a lie!" Yvonne stomped her foot angrily. "It's just hyperpigmentation from pregnancy! Those gossipmongers are spreading rumors—I'll sue them into bankruptcy!"

"Pfft—" Vivian burst out laughing. "So it's hyperpigmentation?"

"Exactly! Annabelle has always loved coffee, so her skin is prone to darkening. She might look fair now, but she was quite dark as a child. She only got lighter after getting whitening injections abroad."

Vivian doubled over with laughter. "Evelyn, did you hear that? What a bombshell!"

"What's so funny?" Yvonne glared. "There's nothing wrong with whitening injections! That 'baby' is just pigmentation. If you keep slandering Annabelle, I won't let you off!"

"Miss Young," Vivian wiped tears of laughter. "How can you be so sure it's pigmentation?"

"Because... Mmmph!"

Annabelle frantically covered Yvonne's mouth, shooting her warning looks.

Yvonne pulled her hand away. "Annabelle, the more you tolerate, the more they'll bully you! Today, I'm setting the record straight!"

"Yvonne! Let's go eat—"

"No!" Yvonne turned to Alexander Hamilton. "Mr. Hamilton, Grandma Hamilton's death was an accident. Annabelle only went to deliver food—who could've predicted this? You can't blame her entirely!"

Vincent and Nathan York exchanged glances—one pulling Yvonne back, the other covering her mouth.

"Please, for heaven's sake, stop talking..."

"Vincent Wilson! How dare you stop me?"

Vincent looked like he wanted to cry. "Hit me somewhere else, okay? I won't fight back..."

"Aww," Vivian teased. "So rough with your ex, Vincent? Let her finish."

"Exactly!" Yvonne kicked Vincent hard and broke free.

Straightening her clothes, she scoffed at Vivian. "Don't think I'll thank you."

Vivian shrugged. "Suit yourself."

Yvonne turned to Alexander, her tone pleading. "Alex, the baby thing is a misunderstanding. Annabelle loves you so much—you can't doubt her just because of skin discoloration."