The Bound Between Us

Chapter 281

Gianna’s ashtray toss missed the mark, and thank heavens it did. Or else, she could’ve been charged with assault. And all this went down under the cops’ noses.

After the ashtray hit the wall and dropped, Joey was startled, then looked at the ashtray on the floor and yelled, “Gianna, have you lost your marbles?”

“Yes, I’ve lost it! I was driven mad by your damn family,” Gianna barked, “You guys are so despicable, tricking me into coming home, supposedly agreeing to a divorce, but then drugging me and setting this huge trap. Your family makes me sick.”

Gianna was all worked up, yelling and swearing. Her words took everyone by surprise.

Hearing this, Cynthia and Jax were livid. To protect their daughter, they stood up. “Is this how the Edmunds treat my daughter? It’s outrageous,” Jax fumed, picking up anything he could find and hurling it around to vent his anger.

The Edmunds tried to intervene, “You can’t just smash stuff. We paid for all of it. So your daughter having an affair is okay? Has she been messing around with this boy toy the whole time?”

Cynthia retorted angrily, “Your family is like a bunch of vampires. Your son was only able to become the hospital director because of my daughter. He keeps a mistress on the side and now plots against my daughter in the divorce, even wanting our family house. You are the shameless ones.”

couldn’t intervene either. Gianna and Joey also started brawling, and Anastasia quickly stepped in to defend Gianna. The scene was total chaos; even

Half an hour later, both families were hauled to the

nursing her aching waist from

not a criminal matter. The police advised

the Edmunds left, Carmen spat near Gianna’s feet and said, “Shameless.”

red and shot Carmen a

a divorce?

her. If she wanted a divorce, she had to pay a price. And Joey

the Edmunds left, Cynthia comforted her daughter, “Gianna, as long as you can divorce, just agree to whatever Joey wants. I just hope you can get away from this

wasn’t willing to

have their way. Why should I give them the houses? They can dream on. I’d rather die than