Love After Marriage: Mr. Lancaster's Hidden Wife

Chapter 93 Dissing Jacqueline

"Yes."

"So Miss Conrad’s the one looking for me?" Yvonne tightened her grip on the handset.

The caretaker replied, "That's correct. Miss Conrad would like to talk to you, Miss Frey. Please hold on."

Soon, the person on the other end of the line was switched to Jacqueline. In contrast to the gentle and soft girl in front of Henry, Jacqueline currently sounded biting and frosty. "Yvonne Frey, it's me!"

"I know," Yvonne spoke faintly, "I remember that Miss Conrad has my number. Why didn't you call my mobile phone?"

"Your mobile phone was switched off," Jacqueline replied coldly.

Yvonne was taken aback before she smiled in realization. "I see. Is something the matter?" "Was it you last night!" Jacqueline questioned.

Yvonne furrowed her brows in perplexity. "I don't understand where you’re coming from, Miss Conrad."

"Of course I'm talking about Henry. Henry promised to keep my company in the hospital last night but he later called me and said that he couldn't come. Was it you who stopped him from going out?" Jacqueline was obviously getting emotional now.

Yvonne rolled her eyes. "Miss Conrad, you’ve gotten it wrong. It wasn't me who stopped Henry from going out. It was Grandpa."

Speaking of which, Yvonne should thank Sue for last night. If the latter did not stop Henry with his grandfather as the ultimatum, Henry and Jacqueline would have... Yvonne suddenly felt a wave of

nausea thinking about it. It repulsed her.

"Grandpa Lancaster?" Jacqueline was stunned.

Yvonne hummed. "Yes, it’s Grandpa. So ask him if you have any issues. It's no use for you to come to me."

The other end went silent. It took a while before Jacqueline spoke again, "Okay, I won’t intervene since Grandpa Lancaster was involved but I won't let it slip a s easily the next time."

Yvonne felt absolutely ridiculous. "Miss Conrad, you're calling me to ask if I made Henry stay?"

Jacqueline scoffed, "What else?" This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

Her self-righteous attitude peeved Yvonne and her tone stiffened. "Miss Conrad, can I ask you a question?"

Jacqueline became more alert as well. "What do you want to ask?"

Yvonne took a deep breath. "I want to ask Miss Conrad, what identity are you using to question me about making Henry stay? An ex-girlfriend?" "What do you mean?” "I mean, if you’re questioning me as an ex-girlfriend, Miss Conrad, then aren’t you stepping over the line? A n ex-girlfriend is the past. I'm Henry's wife now. Don’t you think that you, an ex-girlfriend, are shameless in questioning me, a current wife?" Yvonne stated flatly.

Jacqueline's call today was no doubt a provocation to Yvonne. She could not compare to Jacqueline's significance in Henry's heart, but that did not matter. She was his wife now. As long as Henry did not divorce her, she was the legitimate spouse! She was docile, but that did not mean she was a doormat. When she was pressed, she would retaliate too.

Yvonne called Jacqueline shameless, sparking the latter's rage as she bellowed, "How dare you scold me, Yvonne Frey!"

"I'm not scolding you. I’m just stating the fact. Do you think that I'm mean in what I say, Miss Conrad? I think you're mean in what you do too. As an exgirlfriend, you question me if I asked my husband to stay. It’s not just mean, it's immoral," Yvonne countered calmly.

"You... you...” Jacqueline was at a loss for words.

She was an upper-class girl who was brought up with tender loving care, even her speech was trained. She could not handle Yvonne who grew up in ordinary society.

Realizing this, Yvonne blinked and continued. "Miss Conrad, you're my husband's ex-girlfriend. My

husband's kind for taking care of you and I don't oppose it, but why are you pestering my husband? And asking him to keep you company at night too. How could you be so unabashed?"

Ever since Jacqueline appeared, Yvonne had suffered.

All this while, she had things that she dared not say, hiding them in her heart that she felt like she was going to get internal trauma from keeping them. Since she had started now, she was going with it all the way and she spilled whatever misery she felt.

Making sure that was what she wanted to do, Yvonne closed her eyes. Opening them again, her gaze was filled with determination. "Miss Conrad, to be honest, you aren't just unabashed. You don't know your limits. Even if I asked my husband to stay and disallowed my husband to go over and accompany you, what right do you have to question me? This is my husband’s house and I'm his wife. What's wrong if I ask him to stay?" 3

Repeating the words "husband" and "wife," Yvonne riled Jacqueline up so much that the latter shrieked insanely, "Shut up! You, shut up!"

Yvonne stopped. "I'm shutting up now. Any more comments, Miss Conrad?"

Jacqueline was wheezing. "Yvonne Frey, don’t you gloat. Even if Henry’s your husband now, don’t you forget that he doesn't love you. The person he loves is always me!" "Oh, I’m his wife," Yvonne replied nonchalantly.

Jacqueline choked. "So what if you're his wife? There’ll come a day when you aren't. Just you wait, Henry will abandon you sooner or later."

Yvonne was affronted. Her heart felt like it was pricked too. She cheered herself up instantly, however. "Before that happens, I'm still his wife at least. And you’re only a woman pestering my husband and coveting my position!"

"You..." Jacqueline was insulted. "What do you mean I'm pestering Henry? You're the one who came in between us. If it weren't for you, I'd be Henry's wife. You're the one who separated us!"

“It's better you ask Grandpa then. And ask Henry too. Ask him why you both didn't get married!" Yvonne countered emotionlessly. 1

Her words might have stepped on Jacqueline's sore spot as the latter suddenly got quiet and hung up. 1

Yvonne was still puzzled, not understanding what was up with Jacqueline. According to her understanding, Jacqueline was not someone who gave up easily. She had criticized her so badly that it would be a wonder if the latter let her go.

In spite of it, Jacqueline had only hung up. It was bewildering.

"Madam, you..." Sue, who had been silent, stared at Yvonne with a dropped jaw.

Yvonne put down the handset. "What?"

"Madam, what you said to Jacqueline just now...”

Yvonne rubbed her nose in embarrassment. "Too much?"

"No, that's not it." Sue waved dismissively. "It's just that you're always gentle and now you're suddenly so aggressive. It surprised me, but you were right. I've never seen a debutante rushing to become someone's love affair."

"I can't help it. Jacqueline is forcing me to a corner. I could only counter her with words. Besides, I got framed by her for a few times previously. I couldn't help blurting out what I did." Yvonne chuckled bitterly.

Sue patted her shoulder. "I think you were right in what you said, madam. You should tear off that woman’s fake fagade."

"That's true, but I’m scared that she’ll tell Henry." Yvonne looked worried.

She felt gratified when she jabbed back, but she also felt the lingering fear now. She was already warned by Henry last time when Jacqueline twisted the truth and complained to the man. Now that she had rebuked her so severely, who knew how pained Henry would be for her?

"Let her be. If sir really justifies the case for her, tell him the truth. I don’t believe that sir won't be able to distinguish who's right and wrong. If sir still sides with that woman after that, I'll inform the master." Sue consoled Yvonne to stop her from worrying. 1

Yvonne sighed. "It's better that I come clean to him."

As she said that, she fished out her phone to call Henry.