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Chapter 348
Chapter 348:
“Even if you actually manage to give birth to that child,” she declared, her words slicing through the air with absolute cruelty, “it will never be entered into the Compton family registry. And you will never set a single foot inside my manor as long as I have breath in my lungs p>
The unapologetic contempt radiating from the old woman hit Alycia like a physical slap. It shattered her grand delusion of becoming the ultimate high-society matriarch into a million jagged pieces.
Old Mrs. Compton stood. She reached into her pocket, withdrew a pristine silk handkerchief, and slowly wiped her hands — as though sharing the same oxygen with the Beasleys had physically contaminated her skin.
Without another word, she turned and walked out of the room, surrounded by her towering security detail.
Inside the VIP room, the Beasley family stood completely paralyzed, looking like dogs that had been beaten into submission.
Alycia’s entire body began to shake. The humiliation burned through her veins like acid.
Her eyes darkened, filling with a toxic, consuming hatred. In her twisted logic, she laid every ounce of this pain directly at June’s feet.
Alycia let out a sudden, guttural scream. She shoved her parents out of her way and sprinted out of the room, heading straight for the elevator that led to the underground garage.
Sotheby’s underground parking garage was dim and expansive, its heavy concrete ceiling blocking out all natural light. The air smelled of exhaust fumes and damp cement.
𝘓at𝘦𝗌t 𝘤𝗁ар𝗍𝘦𝘳𝗌 𝘰𝗇
June stood perfectly still beside the sleek black chassis of the Compton Maybach, waiting for the driver to pull the car around.
Suddenly, the heavy metal doors of the elevator bank smashed open.
The frantic clacking of high heels echoed sharply against the concrete walls — desperate, aggressive, and growing louder by the second.
Alycia charged out of the elevator lobby. She sprinted across the driving lane and threw herself directly into June’s path.
The perfectly crafted, gentle mask of the Ivy League doctor was gone entirely. Alycia’s makeup was smudged, her eyes wide and manic, her features twisted into an ugly, unrecognizable snarl.
She pointed a trembling finger directly at June’s face.
“Do you think you won?!” Alycia shrieked, her voice ricocheting shrilly through the empty garage. “You are nothing! You are just a used-up whore that Cole got bored of and kicked to the curb p>
June did not flinch. She did not step back.
She looked at the screaming woman in front of her with eyes so cold and empty it was as though she were staring at a piece of dead roadkill.
“Alycia,” June said, her voice perfectly flat and devoid of any emotional fluctuation. “Your manners are worse than a homeless addict in the Bronx p>
Richard and Martha came sprinting out of the elevator, chests heaving as they gasped for air. They saw their daughter losing control and rushed forward, grabbing at her arms.
Martha, desperate to reclaim some twisted sense of superiority, glared at June with pure malice.
“Don’t you dare act so arrogant, June!” Martha spat. “Our Alycia is carrying Cole’s baby! You are nothing but a barren hen who can’t even hold onto a man! You should have had the decency to die in that car crash with your parents p>