"Did you just say ...crippled ...disappointment of a hus..band?" She drawled icily.
"Jessica, you need to apologize to Desmond, you shouldn’t have interrupted the treatment of his father when you are not a doctor? He sneered.
He didn’t expect Desmond calling him a few hours ago to talk to his daughter to desist interfering with his father’s treatment, otherwise he will deal with the Brown family.
He had been calling her number but she isn’t picking up. He didn’t expect she has grown wings to ignore his call.
"Dad, you just insulted my husband and expected me to ignore it?" She asked coldly.
George felt the biting coldness in her voice at the last statement. "Jessica, am still your father. How dare you talk to me that way?" He questioned.
"Really, you are my dad. But you dare talk to my husband that way, is it fair?" She queried with a suppressed rage.
"Jessica, listen to me..." George began but Jessica’s cold voice interrupted him "you made a grave mistake" she said.
At the sound of her father’s disbelief—"What?"—she ended the call abruptly. She was very angry, never in her dreams has she expected her father to have uttered such a hurting word.
No matter what Davis is his son-in-law but he chooses to stand with Desmond. She isn’t surprised, after all he dumped his wife in the hospital to have fun.
Her grip on the phone tightened, she lifted her gaze to look at Davis whose face was impassive as though he had not heard the call. Her guilt palpable.
"Am sorry you heard that." She whispered as she suppressed the rage in her heart. She can’t let Davis feel depressed about that word.
"What’s there to be sorry about?" He smirked. "Is not like he is wrong." A glint of mischief in his eyes.
"No, he is totally wrong." She replied. "Everyone has their low moments in life". She concluded.
Davis smiled. He had felt hurt but seeing the little girl in his arms furious over the statement, he found it amusing. He is not oblivious to the various comments and gazes people make about him.
Seeing he is quite okay, Jessica felt relieved. Slowly, she detached herself from his embrace and stood up. "I will check on your legs when I come out of the bath." She said forcing a smile on her face. She needs a place to calm her fraying nerves and a warm bath might do justice to that.
She loosened her hair allowing it cascade down her back, it’s wave seductively glowing under chandelier’s light, her fair skin complimenting the signt. Slowly she entered the bathroom shutting the door with a light click.
Jessica took a moment to study the arrangement. The bathroom was well lit and the maid had neatly placed the basic toiletries, ensuring everything was in order.
She stopped briefly at the mirror, the fury she had masked in the room now surfacing, her gaze icy as she stared at her reflection in contemplation.
George Brown has to pay a price of his uncultured words. He wouldn’t only want him to pay but to see how helpless he will be in his situation. Without hesitation, she pulled out her phone and dialed a familiar number, with the call connecting instantly as though waiting for her.
"I want to see the Brown family on the news first thing in the morning not just on the news but with a lawsuit" her voice cold and sharp.
On the other end, Richard shivered, feeling an unexpected chill run down his spine. He had worked with Jessica for years, but the coldness in her tone tonight —chilly.
"Her... Majesty, that’s your family, did they offend you in any way?" Richard asked tentatively, carefully choosing his words.
He knew better than to question Jessica’s orders, but he also needed to understand what he was dealing with. Whatever had provoked her to this point was no small matter.
Jessica’s fingers lightly traced the edge of the sink as she exhaled slowly. "Do you need a reason, Richard?" Her voice was smooth, yet there was a dangerous edge to it.

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