Babel Novel
Chapter 2175
"Jameson, are you really gonna stand there and watch your family fall to pieces because of you getting pushed around?" Malcom barked at Jameson, his voice echoing through the room, "If you had any sense, you wouldn't just stand there while everyone's at each other's throats. You killed Great-Grandma..."
"I didn't kill her! She called each and every one of you, wanting company for her visit to Grandma Natalie's grave, but you all made up excuses not to go! I was the one who took Great-Grandma to fulfill her last wish! I did nothing wrong!" Jameson retorted, each word hammering down with conviction, "Whatever Great-Grandma left for me, I won't give up a single thing to anyone else!"
After a dramatic two-second pause, under the astonished gaze of his elders, Jameson continued with even more force, "If Great-Grandma didn't leave it to you, it's because she didn't want you to have it. Great-Grandma was good to me, and I will honor her wishes. If she didn't want someone to have something, they won't get it!"
"Well, look at you! Quiet as a mouse usually, but now that the old bird's gone, your true colors come out," Malcom sneered, pointing at Jameson with a face twisted in anger and spite.b2
"Felix," Rosalynn said, her eyelids drooping as she spoke.
Without a word, Felix moved.
Two sharp slaps rang out, spinning Malcom right around until he plopped onto the floor.
"Oh my, darling!" Helena cried out.
Seeing her son and husband both slapped, she lost it.
"Rosalynn! What do you think you're doing? You think you can just barge into someone else's home and hit people because you're some big-shot tycoon's wife? I'm going to the press with this!"
"Who did you just call an old bird?" Rosalynn's gaze turned icy as she asked, each word deliberate and menacing.
Malcom, who had been ready to snap back, suddenly felt a chill at the base of his spine, his eyes instinctively dodging hers.This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.
"I was giving Brisa some respect, pretending not to notice how you all neglected her in her final hours, sitting down to hear your grievances peacefully, talking things out. But you seem to think I'm a pushover, getting more audacious by the minute," Rosalynn's tone was chilling, "If you're not willing to talk things out nicely, then we'll do it your way."
"What are you planning to do?" Paul bristled with wariness.
"The will is solid, and we know where the missing items are. Now it's time to carry it out," Rosalynn said, eyeing the trio. She had seen enough.
The other branches of the Davis family didn't seem to have much issue with the will.
They were just trying to get a piece of the pie by jumping on the bandwagon when they saw this family making a fuss.
But now, sensing the tide turning, they sat back, content to watch the fire burn.
"It's not happening! That house is for my son; he needs it for his wedding!" Helena made a scene, "Jameson, if you hoard what doesn't belong to you, causing my son to miss his wedding, I'll make sure you regret it! I can turn your house upside down with my tantrums!"
Jameson' parents were so furious their faces turned beet red, "Helena, how could you?!"
"Fine!" Rosalynn spoke nearly at the same time, "Here's the deal: I won't help Jameson claim what's not his, but if anyone here dares to snatch what Brisa left for him, they're picking a fight with me. From then on, whatever that person does in society, I'll make sure they fail miserably." Her words carried weight.
The usually noisy Paul and his parents froze like statues.
"And don't think you can just drag everyone down with you, thinking if you go down, no one gets off easy. I won't give you the chance. If things get too rowdy, I'll send them off to a nice little 'vacation' spot, making sure they won't have to breathe the same air as you. Once you're out of steam, they'll come back." Rosalynn's protection for Jameson and his family was part homage to Brisa's memory and part repayment for their help in shedding light on Ayden's death from years ago.
The rest of the Davis family hadn't expected the Silvermans to stand so firmly with Jameson and his parents.
Some even patted their chests in relief, thankful they had only hovered around the edges, not joining Malcom and his family in tormenting Jameson.
Otherwise, they might have stirred up a storm far beyond their control.