Reincarnated As the Enemy's Wife: Married the Rival, Bound by Revenge Chapter 120: You Don’t Know How Much I Trust You?

Her tone of voice was firm and determined, confrontational but not unpleasant. The others present in the dium-sized room were inexplicably infected by her words.

Although she was hitting soone, she did not strike the others as a bully at all. All of them had, to a greater or lesser extent, been subjected to bullying before, and the sight of this scene gave them a kind of vindictive pleasure for no reason.

By comparison, Yeliz cut a rather wimpy figure.

They thought, "Damn. What’s going on? I wanna see her hit Yeliz again so bad!"

They all felt that they were going crazy.

The patronizing Ms. Raven instantly felt greatly humiliated. "Yvonne, how dare you compare to the rabble!"

"Well, it’s true the mother and daughter are pariahs, but you are no better. They might be stupid, but you are not only stupid but also blindly overconfident. You think you’re so smart, but in fact you’re just a laughing stock."

"I think it’s no exaggeration to say you’re ntally ill," Yvonne smiled. She was clad in sumptuous, white clothes, but her smile was unnaturally cold. "It just strikes that you’re also delusional!"

Delusional.

At the sound of that word, tears began to stream down Yeliz’s cheeks more profusely.

She called her delusional.

Yeliz had been under the delusion that she was special, that all n should fall prey to her charm, that although she had married Zachary’s father, Zachary would still develop feelings for her.

She had had the delusion of being able to ruin the relationship between Zachary and Yvonne with so petty ruses.

She had also been under the delusion that she was the chosen one. She believed she should be treated like a princess, heedless of the fact that she wasn’t one.

Yeliz seed to have been instantly provoked. "You said I’m delusional, but what makes you think you’re any better?

"Are you really the Yvonne you used to be?

"If you are, why do you have to carefully check the window locks again and again every day?

"Why are you wary of people handing you water or food? Even at the charity auction, when Zachary gave you a bottle of water, you subconsciously turned down his offer.

"I might be delusional, but do you really dare say you’re normal?"

Zachary involuntarily frowned at her words.

On the day of the charity auction.

Zachary and a couple of assistants of his had been waiting to welco Yvonne when she got out of the car.

That day, the weather had been hot and he had handed her a bottle of water. A hint of manifest rejection had flashed across her eyes. Now, thinking back to that mont, Zachary recalled that there had also been fear and wariness in her eyes!

Zachary’s handso face darkened slightly.

Did Yvonne not even trust him?

Yeliz, having perceived the change in the mood between the pair, chuckled, "Even if you’re indeed Yvonne Taylor, you have such a suspicious mind that you’re always guarded even with your own husband. Do you think a marriage like yours is a healthy one?

"How much longer do you think it could last?

"Will it last long enough for you to turn 20 and register your marriage?"

In Yvonne’s last incarnation, soone had thrown sulphuric acid at her face, so in this life, she had always been rather wary of people handing her water. It surprised her that Yeliz had noticed a detail like that.

Moreover, at that ti, Yeliz should be in England. It struck Yvonne as horrifying that Yeliz had co to find out about a detail like that from that far away!

She thought, "I must not show rcy to this kind of people!"

Yeliz’s words were so an that Yvonne had an urge to kill her on the spot, but her every word hit ho. Yeliz was a psychologist, and all her remarks struck the softest spot in Yvonne’s heart.

Yvonne could get revenge for all the harm inflicted on her, and she could also make up for the lost ti in her last incarnation, but there was no way she could change back into the artless, spunky girl of youthful enthusiasm who had never been hurt.

"No matter whether it’ll last long enough for us to get it registered, you won’t be able to see it."

Yvonne smiled a grim smile. Yeliz might be right about her, but so what?

She was no longer the little girl who could easily lose her cool; she had grown up, and she was even stronger than before.

Yvonne was surprisingly calm. Such was her composure that Yeliz under the scorching sun involuntarily frowned and backed away. She even faintly regretted having angered this woman just now.

"Not only will you not be able to see it," Yvonne said, stepping forward in her high-heels, "you won’t even be able to hear anything about it.

Because Jack has arranged for soone to send you to the best ntal hospital overseas to receive treatnt.

Do you know what that place is like?"

Yvonne, lips red, chuckled beside Yeliz’s ear.

"Military-style managent to make sure nobody escapes; no visitors; a compound

full of all kinds of seriously ill patients... You can’t even commit suicide there... Miss Raven, I hope you’ll enjoy your high-end treatnt!"

...

(Extra)

Yeliz was bitterly unreconciled to the situation.

"I’m not ntally ill!

"You people made do that! You people tortured !

"Jack Leinster, I hate you... I hate you more than I hate anybody else..."

She naturally knew that Jack Leinster did not hate her.

He didn’t love her at all, yet he felt that her feelings for Zachary disgraced him, the patriarch of the family.

After what happened, she would rather go to prison.

But Jack had just smiled and said that prison was not suitable for his ex-wife.

And now he was going to send her to a worse and scarier place.

He had married her because she’d been beautiful and easy to control, but after he found out that she was unfaithful, he had tornted her in various ways, yet he had not divorced her, also for the sake of the Leinster family’s reputation.

In the final analysis, it was all about the Leinster family’s reputation.

She was a complete loser.

*

During the ride back to Lord Villa, Yvonne kept thinking about what had just happened and failed to notice that the handso, suited man beside her had been quiet all along.

"You said Yeliz is going to a ntal hospital, and it’s overseas, but why do I feel... that’s a harsher punishnt than spending two or three years in jail?"

Jack’s order was as good as a life sentence.

It did not take a genius to know that there was no way they were going to let Yeliz get out or make trouble again, considering the damage she had caused the Leinster family.

Yvonne had long since heard that there were many "psychopaths" overseas, who were bolder and more ruthless, that the laws in foreign countries were different too.

Yeliz was guaranteed to suffer a fate worse than death after going overseas.

"I think she deserves more than three slaps across the face, seeing as how she made an attempt on my mother..."

"Yvonne,"

Zachary suddenly interrupted her.

"Yes?"

It was only then that Yvonne, who had been lost in thought all along, lifted her head to look at him.

Not until that mont did she notice the sullen look on Zachary’s face.

He was thinking about what Yeliz had said a short while ago.

The other day, when he had handed her a bottle of water, she had turned down his offer on the pretext of not wanting to ruin her lipstick, but in fact, there had been a wary look in her eyes.

Did she really distrust him?

After all he had done for her, she still couldn’t let down her guard when facing him?

"Why did you refuse to drink the water I offered you at the front gate of the venue for the auction the other day?"

Yvonne cottoned on.

Yeliz’s words were bothering Zachary.

"Even you think of as the kind of terrible woman who’s always guarded with the man she shares a bed with?"

She asked thinly.

"I never thought of you like that. I’m just a bit disappointed to learn you couldn’t let down your guard in front of ."

A bit disappointed?

Yvonne’s heart lurched.

She thought, "This is bad. Zachary took her words seriously."

"I ... " She was just about to say sothing when Zachary had the driver pull over and then got out of the car alone.

"Where are you going?"

Yvonne asked.

"I got things to do at the office. I’ll take a cab." With that, he said to his chauffeur in a gentlemanly tone, "Drive my wife ho safely, understand?"

The chauffeur nodded solemnly, and with that Zachary in black suit left without a backward glance.

Watching his receding back, Yvonne felt a pang of heartache.

This man was concerned for her safety even when angry, but this served only to deepen her guilt and heartache.

She thought,