Trevor took a few steps forward. "It's because I was too mindful of you that you turned out like this. You should practice restraint. No matter how bad Raeleigh is as a person, she's miserable enough as it is. How can you treat her like that? She's the one who has given Jerry a child, so which part of her now that you can't stand?"
The human heart was still made of flesh and blood. No matter how good-tempered and tolerant they were, they would be worn down the moment they met Marissa.
Trevor couldn't imagine that the obedient and sensible young Marissa from before, would become like this now.
To even begin to envy a young girl.
Back when she was still young, Trevor had assumed that any woman would have a little bit of a temper when they're faced with something incomprehensible, but look at what happened now.
This was not just her being bad-tempered.
The older they got, the more prominent the flaws they had since young would be.
This was especially so during this incident and
Trevor felt inexplicably disappointed.
No matter how things were, Marissa was the matriarch of the Richards family. She actually went to her grandson's residence and tore off her granddaughter- in- law's clothes. What kind of situation was that?
At first, Trevor surmised that as long as she was willing to apologize, there would be room for maneuver in this matter. However, based on what happened, Marissa would definitely not eat a humble pie and apologize.
Trevor had lost all confidence in Marissa. No matter what he did or said it was always the same and she wouldn't care. Therefore, Trevor decided to save his breath.
He glared at Marissa and declared, "From today onwards, I won't let you leave my side, not even for half a step. You'll stay here with me and we'll grow old together."
"You..."
Marissa straightened up from the bed. "Do you know who it was that wanted to tear my clothes off? She is someone from the Whalen family."
Trevor couldn't even smile, much less laugh. With that said, Marissa even went on to say. "If you don't go for the preemptive strike, then are you just going to wait for them to come to you?"
"That's my business. I won't settle accounts with the Whalen family like this. I don't need you to mind so much,"
Every word she spoke seemed like it came from a different person. It's not that Trevor didn't know what type of character she was, it's just that to this day he hadn't dared to believe that someone like her could change so drastically and become a stranger that he couldn't recognize at all.
"I'll stay here and keep watch over you. Until you have recovered, you're going nowhere. Jerry was right. You're insane and quite chronically at that."
Reese stood next to Marissa while Trevor made his proclamation, her brows furrowed as she observed the woman on the bed.
Marissa sneered. "All of you, every single one of you nasty people, always want to harrass me."
In the middle of her tirade, Trevor had received a call from Rayan.
Noting Rayan's caller ID, Trevor had a thought. He stood up and looked at Reese across from him, "Take care of her." he instructed.
Reese nodded and Trevor walked out of the room.
When she realised that Trevor was leaving, Marissa immediately yelled a few words in his direction but Trevor ignored her.
The moment he was out, Trevor looked around and finally sat on a chair in a corridor and accepted the call.
"Rayan?"
Trevor's voice was calm, as if nothing had happened, neither arrogant nor brash.
After all, he was old. To put it bluntly, he ate more salt than Rayan could walk.
He knew the reason for Rayan's call.
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