The teacup shattered under Lance's feet and water splashed.
Lance looked down at the bracelet on the ground and then at the bruise on Yvette's forehead.
They matched.
His eyes were cold as he ordered the bodyguards, "Go and inform my grandfathers that Veronica is suffering from dementia and doesn't recognize us. She has to be sent to the sanatorium today."
"How dare you!" Veronica shouted.
She was eight years younger than Tanya's father, and now she was only in her early sixties. It was the time to enjoy her life, but this bastard actually wanted to lock her up.
He was an outsider. What right did he have to make decisions for her family?
Veronica snapped, "I'm just teaching your rude wife a lesson. She broke the vase and didn't respect her elders. Can't I do that?"
Lance chuckled.
"Veronica, I allowed Yvette to do it. Today, even if she smashed everything in the room, I will be on her side!"
