Chapter 35 Careful Yvonne, You’re Foaming Again
It was <i>disgusting</i>. She regretted not smashing everything in the nursery that day when she’d stormed out in a hurry.
But while the revulsion hit her at first, staring at that pink study desk slowly dulled her heart to numbness.
That reckless, wholehearted love for John–dreaming of marrying him, having children together–felt like something from a past life.
<i>There’s </i><i>no </i><i>chasing </i><i>what’s </i><i>gone</i><i>. </i>They both had to move forward.
So whether he and Elsa were kissing on that desk—or doing far worse–it had nothing to do with her
anymore.
“Lily, you’re honestly so pathetic–fawning over my cousin like a simp, and in the end, you still ended up with nothing. I’m warning you, quit clinging to my cousin. The only one in his heart is Lizzy. They’re the real deal! A trashy girl like you doesn’t even deserve to carry Lizzy’s shoes. She’s the only woman I’ll ever recognize as my cousin’s wife. Try messing with them again, and I won’t let it slide!”
“Huh, no surprise–you bark like a dog, too. Pretty convincing!”
Yvonne’s messages got filthier and filthier; Lily stopped reading.
Right after thatst one, she blocked Yvonne’s WeChat ount without hesitation.
Just as expected, once she was blocked, Yvonne called her right away.
Lily always enjoyed cutting people off mid–rant–letting them choke on their own fury before hanging up. Let them scream into the void, seething in helpless rage.
Yvonne had woken her up in the middle of the night with all those spam messages. <i>If </i><i>Lily </i><i>didn’t </i><i>make </i><i>me </i><i>lose </i><i>sleep </i><i>too</i>, what <i>kind </i><i>of </i><i>justice </i><i>was </i><i>that</i><i>? </i>
By the third call, Lily finally picked up, calm and collected.
The second the line connected, Yvonne erupted, “Lily, you filthy wench, did you seriously just call me a dog? You-”
“See? Call you a rabid dog and you start foaming at the mouth.”
Lily cut her off coldly with a scoff. “Foaming at the mouth and biting everyone isn’t cute, Yvonne.”
“You haven’t skipped your rabies shot, have you? Just in case, I suggest you head to the hospital and get one. Maybe they’ll throw in a new brain while they’re at it.”
“You wench, who do you think-”
Lily didn’t give her the chance to finish. She hung up mid–sentence and promptly blocked her number
too.
She knew how Yvonne operated–if she didn’t get to scream her lungs out at someone, it’d leave her stewing all night, grinding her teeth.
Just picturing Yvonne raging and losing her mind on the other end of the line made Lily feel absolutely
fantastic.
She set her phone to silent and drifted off into a deep, satisfied sleep…
The next morning, Lily headed to the recording studio bright and early.
Ivan had been buzzing with excitement about their coboration; he was already waiting outside the studio when she arrived.
When he saw her, he beamed and waved, his smile warm like sunshine breaking through a winter day.
“Big-”
Then he remembered Lily had asked him not to tell anyone she was about to marry James; no need to stir up trouble. He quickly corrected himself, “Lily, you made it! My dear sister!”
Technically, Ivan was a year older than Lily. Out of respect for both her and his big brother, he’d decided to call her “sister.”
Their conversationst night had been pleasant, and Lily had gotten used to his sunny, straightforward nature. She gave him a polite smile and walked with him toward the studio entrance.
What she didn’t expect was to run into John, Simon, Elsa, and Yvonne there.
Thinking of how the director’s studio was right next door, Lily figured Elsa was probably here to record for “Siren.”
As for John and Simon, no doubt they hade along to dote on their precious Elsa.
Running into these people first thing in the morning felt like stepping into something rotten<i>. </i><i>A </i><i>sign </i><i>of </i><i>a </i>bad day ahead.
She had no intention of exchanging pleasantries, but Yvonne stomped over with fury written all over her face.
Last night, even being called a rabid dog wouldn’t have pissed her off this much–if she’d only gotten the chance to scream back. But Lily had blocked her on both WeChat and phone; she never even got to fire off hereback.
She’d been so mad, she hadn’t slept a wink. Woke up this morning with panda–worthy dark circles. There was no way she was letting Lily–the root of it all–off the hook.
“Yvonne, what is wrong with you?” Ivan frowned. “I’m in a rush to get Lily inside. She’s voicing ‘ze‘ today. Why are you blocking the way?”
Ivan had never liked Yvonne–mean–spirited and brainless, a badbo in his book.
He was fiercely protective, and the second he saw her charging in full of malice, he made sure Lily wouldn’t be bullied.
“What? That wench is voicing ‘ze‘?”
Yvonne had already wanted to tear Lily apart. Now that she heard Ivan say that, she practically wanted to grind Lily into dust.
She didn’t work much, but she had majored in voice acting–she knew just how huge “Born Defiant” was.
<i>Voicing </i><i>one </i><i>of its </i><i>lead </i><i>characters</i>, <i>ze</i><i>? </i><i>That </i><i>skank </i><i>Lily </i><i>wasn’t </i><i>worthy! </i>Hearing Ivan’s words, even Elsa’s usually poised face turned ghostly pale.
“Nirvana” was already a massive franchise, but in terms of poprity and cultural reach, “Born Defiant” was on an entirely different level.