Chapter 21
Chapter 21:
Nearby, Sonya clutched her still-swollen cheek, her panic bubbling over into her voice. “Mom, what do we do now? What’s going to happen to us p>
Jonathan seemed utterly deflated, his spirit shattered under the weight of their crumbling reality.
His voice was hollow as he muttered, “It must have been Yelena p>
Tatiana’s features twisted with fury, her frustration bubbling over.
Her mind replayed the events, her anger building with each recollection. Yelena’s compliant departure now seemed far too calculated, a clever ploy masking her treachery.
The realization only inflamed Tatiana further, her voice trembling with rage. “If I ever see her again, I’ll put her on her knees to beg for forgiveness. She won’t get away with this p>
Tatiana’s incessant ranting grated on Jonathan’s already frayed nerves. His clenched fists trembled as her tirade continued until he finally snapped. With a surge of fury, he struck her across the cheek, the sharp crack of his palm against her skin echoing through the room.
“Enough!” he roared. “Shut up, Tatiana! This was your idiotic plan from the start. Scheming against Yelena has blown up in our faces p>
Tatiana stumbled backward, clutching her stinging cheek as shock widened her eyes.
“Jonathan, have you lost your mind?” she exclaimed, her voice shaking. “Did you just slap me p>
Jonathan’s face darkened with unrestrained anger. “You needed to wake up to reality! All you ever do is waste money and stir up chaos. Your ridiculous schemes have cost us everything. Brett’s investment is gone, and now the entire company is on the brink of collapse p>
Jonathan’s trembling hands betrayed his mounting dread. Brett’s threats were not idle, and if he followed through, the Roberts family would be utterly destroyed.
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The grim weight of their predicament pressed on Jonathan like a vice—he had to find a new partner, and fast. Without one, their future was sealed.
Meanwhile, Yelena had just arrived home, rubbing her nose after a sudden sneeze.
She chuckled to herself. “Someone must be talking about me again p>
The encounter with Tatiana and Sonya had been frustrating, but the memory of their defeated expressions brought a faint smirk to her lips. The thought of their unraveling left her mood unexpectedly lighter as she settled back into her evening.
Donna noticed Yelena’s return and immediately approached her, taking her hand gently. “Yelena, you’re back,” she said, her voice warm and welcoming.
“Yeah, just went for a walk,” Yelena replied casually, her tone light as she slipped off her shoes.
“Good, good,” Donna said, her affectionate gaze lingering on her daughter. “You should get out more, clear your mind. Take advantage of the break while you can—once the semester starts, you’ll be swamped.” Yelena nodded. “Sure p>
Donna smiled and guided her toward the dining table, her frail hands surprisingly steady. “I made some ravioli for you, my dear. There’s shrimp and cheese filling. I thought you might enjoy it.” Yelena looked at the steaming plate set before her and felt a flicker of warmth in her chest. The delicate aroma and the thoughtful gesture touched her more than she expected. “I love it. Thank you, Mom p>