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Chapter 336
Chapter 336:
Her gaze locked immediately onto the thick black medical sling supporting June’s left arm and the heavy orthopedic walking boot on her right foot.
The warmth in the old woman’s eyes vanished instantly, replaced by a freezing, terrifying inferno of rage.
“Did Cole do this to you?” Old Mrs. Compton demanded, her voice dropping to a lethal, vibrating register.
June’s stomach tightened. She did not want to add fuel to the fire.
“No,” June said smoothly, keeping her expression perfectly neutral. “In the chaos after the crash, I was thrown hard against the interior car door. It fractured my collarbone, and I twisted my ankle when I fell trying to get out p>
Old Mrs. Compton stared deeply into June’s eyes. She had survived eighty years in the cutthroat world of Wall Street. She could spot a lie from a mile away.
The old woman’s jaw tightened. She did not push the issue — but the murderous fury burning in the depths of her eyes told June that she knew the truth.
Mrs. Lynch silently entered the room and placed a silver tray with hot Earl Grey tea and delicate pastries on the table.
Old Mrs. Compton picked up a porcelain cup and looked at June’s exhausted, pale face.
“Child,” the old woman said, her voice heavy with deep, aching sorrow. “For four years, you have given this family everything. And my grandson has given you nothing but pain and humiliation p>
𝗤𝗎аl𝗂𝗍𝘺 𝘵𝗿an𝘀𝗅𝗮𝗍iо𝗇𝘀 𝘰n
She reached out and took June’s hand again, her grip surprisingly strong.
“I will not allow you to suffer another day of this,” Old Mrs. Compton declared, her voice ringing with absolute, terrifying authority. “I am going to fix this p>
June looked at the fierce determination in the old woman’s eyes, and a shiver ran down her spine. She knew that when the true ruler of the Compton empire made a promise, the earth was about to shake.
Old Mrs. Compton took a slow, deliberate sip of her hot Earl Grey tea.
She lowered the delicate bone china cup back onto its silver saucer. The soft clink of porcelain echoed sharply in the quiet living room, carrying the weight of a judge’s gavel.
She looked directly at June, her pale blue eyes completely devoid of softness.
“You are not going back to the penthouse,” Old Mrs. Compton stated. It was not a suggestion. It was an absolute command.
June blinked, slightly taken aback by the sudden shift. “Why p>
“Because that penthouse is Cole’s territory,” the old woman replied, her voice laced with heavy disgust. “It is a monument to his lies and his failures. You will not spend another night breathing the same air as him, or waiting for his mistresses to knock on the door p>
June opened her mouth to argue. She wanted to point out that legally, the penthouse was a marital asset, and abandoning it could complicate the divorce proceedings.
But Old Mrs. Compton raised a single, commanding finger, silencing her instantly.