Chapter 146: Chapter 146: Yvonne Sherman Personally Digs a Pit for Her Daughter

Yvonne Sherman: "..."

After all her scheming, Mrs. Sawyer had still seen right through her!

Vincent Grant was originally supposed to be locked up for another half a month, but now it had become a full month!

By the time he got out in a month, Joanna Sherman would have already made a home for herself in prison!

She had tried to steal a chicken only to lose a handful of rice—a disastrous loss.

Mrs. Sawyer glanced placidly at Yvonne Sherman.

Petty tricks like hers could only fool an honest, unassuming person like Mrs. Shaw, who just kept her head down and worked.

In front of her, they were utterly insignificant!

Yvonne Sherman had offended both Mrs. Sawyer and Skye Sutton at the same time. Her head was about to explode.

Especially Skye Sutton—she was Vincent Grant’s mother, after all.

Whether or not Joanna Sherman could marry into the family in the future depended on her approval.

Yvonne Sherman quickly grabbed the armrest of Skye Sutton’s wheelchair, stopping just short of kneeling.

"That’s not what happened at all."

"Ms. Sutton, I didn’t set you up. And bringing up the child was just me running my mouth, I couldn’t help myself."

"You have to believe me."

Skye Sutton snorted coldly. "And I suppose hiring someone to rape Sophia Shaw was also fake?"

"Well..."

The Judds were sticking to their story with irrefutable evidence, so how could she dare lie? She could only play dumb. "I don’t know. I really don’t know."

Skye Sutton forcefully slapped her hand off the wheelchair. "Yvonne Sherman has been a mistress for a long time! My daughter-in-law has suffered so much, and this debt must be paid!"

Mrs. Sawyer watched Yvonne Sherman in silence.

Skye Sutton might not be a good person—she was unreasonable and would stop at nothing to get her way.

But Yvonne Sherman had hit her where it hurt.

Her daughter was the mistress, yet she still expected Skye’s son to bail her out and had even included Skye herself in her schemes!

It was already an act of great mercy that she hadn’t had Joanna Sherman flayed alive!

Yvonne Sherman had dug a pit for her own daughter to fall into.

Perfect!

"Let’s go."

Mrs. Sawyer gave Skye Sutton a slight nod and was the first to leave.

The other ladies didn’t dare to linger either, rushing out for fear that a moment’s delay would make people suspect they were associated with Yvonne Sherman.

As Mrs. Fletcher passed Yvonne Sherman, she shot her a harsh glare.

’How unscrupulous! Dragging me into this mess!’

She had acted as Yvonne’s mouthpiece, offending Mrs. Sawyer and the Grant Family one after the other. How was she going to explain this when she got home?

Skye Sutton left in her wheelchair.

Tears streaming down her face, Yvonne Sherman tried to stop her.

Caregiver Donovan kicked her aside. "My boss Skye isn’t well. If all this commotion makes her sick, are you going to take responsibility?"

Yvonne Sherman was sent sprawling, her image completely shattered.

Her expensive clothes were wrinkled and torn, her ankle was twisted, and her hair was a mess.

She looked like a madwoman!

Many shoppers who saw her state gave her a wide berth.

Not far away, a young man was telling everyone who passed by, "See that woman? She’s the owner of Sherman Jewelers. Her daughter’s a mistress, but that’s not all—she also plotted to have the original wife raped."

"She got caught and is still locked up in jail. The mother tried to save her daughter by stirring up trouble everywhere, but her schemes were exposed. It’s utterly humiliating."

"The mistress’s name is Joanna Sherman, and her mom is Yvonne Sherman. Whatever you do, don’t buy jewelry from their store. It reeks of a homewrecker!"

Upon hearing this, everyone covered their mouths and shot Yvonne Sherman disgusted looks.

Customers who had been drawn in by the splendid facade of Sherman Jewelers and were about to go inside all backed away.

’Jewelry made by such a disgusting person would be bad luck to wear.’

The man had been left behind by Mrs. Sawyer, so no one dared to chase him away.

Only then did Yvonne Sherman realize what an immovable force she had just run up against.

Mrs. Sawyer was going to utterly destroy her!

...

That morning, Sophia Shaw specially prepared some millet porridge, her grandmother’s favorite, and went to see her.

As she walked down the hallway, she saw Cedric Grant panting as he ran by at full speed.

Thinking he was there to see his great-grandmother, she called out, "Your great-grandma is this way."

But he shot past like a bolt of lightning and darted in the opposite direction.

He didn’t even see Sophia Shaw.

Sophia Shaw froze for a moment, then followed his retreating figure with her eyes to the hospital room across the hall.

The person in the room was lying in bed, groaning in pain.

It was Yvonne Sherman!

So, Cedric Grant had come to see Yvonne Sherman.

Sophia Shaw’s heart sank.

Her grandmother had always doted on Cedric Grant, saving the best of everything for him.

If Cedric so much as had a headache or a slight fever, she would make one phone call after another, and even ignore her own health to personally watch over his bedside.

One time, Cedric Grant accidentally fell, was injured, and fell unconscious, which sent the whole family into a panic. After he woke up, his great-grandmother secretly went to the Old Priory and, kowtowing with every single step, knelt her way up more than a hundred stairs just to get a peace charm for him.

His great-grandmother had done so much for him, yet even though he knew she was sick, he hadn’t come to visit her even once.

Instead, he placed more importance on Yvonne Sherman, who had done nothing for him at all!

Her heart grew cold.

An indescribable chill.

Every time she recalled the image of her grandmother tremblingly placing the peace charm in her hand, her knees blood-gorged and swollen, it felt as if a rib was being violently ripped from her chest—a sharp, brutal pain!

’Not worth it.’

’It wasn’t worth it for her grandmother!’

Sophia Shaw had already heard about what happened from Mrs. Sawyer the previous night.

Yvonne Sherman had ill intentions and had even dared to provoke Mrs. Sawyer. In the end, not only did she fail to gain anything, but Vincent Grant’s sentence was extended to a month, and Joanna Sherman was on the verge of going to prison.

Her business was also being boycotted by everyone because her reputation was in tatters.

That was probably why Yvonne Sherman had gotten sick from anger.

She was reaping what she sowed.

She wouldn’t deserve any pity even if she dropped dead from her illness.

’Cedric Grant really is blind. He can’t see the people who are truly good to him, nor can he see who has good character.’

’He just blindly follows those who put on a superficial act but are malicious to the core!’

’Was it because her parenting was inadequate?’

Sophia Shaw tried hard to recall every moment she had spent with Cedric Grant. She had always taught him to be kind, to associate with good role models, and had also taught him a great deal about how to conduct himself and treat others.

At least before he became infatuated with Joanna Sherman, he had been an upright and kind boy.

After her grandmother finished breakfast, Sophia Shaw stayed with her for a long time.

The grandmother and granddaughter shared many heartfelt words. Her grandmother held her hand, her eyes filled with heartache for her.

"Oh, my dear little granddaughter... you lost your own mother at such a young age and have suffered so much. I thought marrying a husband would bring you some love and care, but I never expected..."

The old woman wiped her tears as she spoke. "It’s my fault. I didn’t take good care of my Faye. I’ve been useless."

Sophia Shaw quickly wiped away her tears. "Grandma, it’s not your fault. You’ve been wonderful, the best grandmother in the world."

"But I still want to ask Vincent Grant why he couldn’t treat my granddaughter well, why he broke his promise to take a photo together, why he keeps making my precious granddaughter so miserable."

Her grandmother had started showing signs of dementia a year ago and couldn’t remember things for long.

Sophia Shaw was surprised she remembered things related to her so clearly.

Hearing her call her "my precious granddaughter" again and again, Sophia couldn’t hold back her tears, and they streamed down her face.

She hugged her grandmother. "Grandma, Faye isn’t miserable. As long as I have you, I’ll never be miserable. Grandma, you have to live a long and healthy life. Stay with Faye forever and ever, okay?"

The old woman’s wrinkled hand patted her slender back as she nodded repeatedly. "Okay, okay. Grandma will live to be a hundred and watch our little granddaughter grow into a little old lady herself."

"An old lady is an old lady," Sophia Shaw said, not caring at all. "I want to be an old lady who still has her grandmother."

The two of them teased and laughed, and the atmosphere slowly softened, a sweet warmth flowing between them.

"Great-Grandma."

A clear voice interrupted their intimate moment.

Sophia Shaw turned to see Cedric Grant standing in the doorway, holding a large flower basket.