My Billionaire Husband (Vivian and Morris)

Chapter 336 Madame Cheal Is Angry

Chapter 336 Madame Cheal Is Angry

Just for the sake of Morris’ request to keep their relationship from being made public, Madame Cheal

also had to carry a great deal of pressure.

Vivian couldn't help but blame herself.

"What's all the bickering about? Don't you recognize the words here?"

She scolded angrily, pointing to the words ‘No Noise’ on the wall and glaring at them angrily.

The crowd turned around and saw Vivian standing in the doorway, each with contempt and disdain in

their eyes.

"Hehe, what a great authority, when did it become your turn to speak in our family?"

"Do you really think that by compelling the old lady, you can become a member of the Cheal family?"

"What a thing."

"That's hilarious.”

Those people taunted Vivian with a burst of sarcasm, rolling their eyes and laughing sarcastically.

Vivian didn't give a damn about their contemptuous gazes, and just said coldly, "| brought Grandma into

the hospital, and | arranged the ward. | don't care what you say now, but here today, I'm in charge!”

What kind of joke was this? If she was here, how could she let these people bully Madame Cheal?

Vivian's words were sharp, and her remark provoked their displeasure. Fiona walked up to Vivian and

stretched out her fat hand, pointing it at Vivian’s face, "Who are you to tell us what to do?"

"| repeat, this is a hospital, it needs to be quiet. If you have something to say, wait until Grandma is

discharged."

She added, "If you want to stay and take care of Grandma, then stay; if you're bothering her, then I'm

sorry, you're not needed here.”

"Yoo-hoo, what a girl.”

Fiona snorted coldly, a grim smile on her face, "You're just a country bumpkin from a poor countryside,

wearing all the stall goods, who are you showing off to? It's just that the old lady likes you, and you

really think you're good?'

"That's right. Fiona, you're losing your place in the family.copy right hot novel pub

Even an outsider dares to tell you what to do."

“Haha, Morgan, someone is bullying your wife, and you don't dare to take care of it."

“When did it become the turn of an outsider to tell our family what to do?"

“Alas, the family is unfortunate.”

The people used to take the opportunity to make irony statement.

The old lady listened to her sons and daughters-in-law, angry and helpless, and more than anything

else, disappointed.

They were her closest families, but in the end, they disputed for the sake of profit, which really made

her heart chill.

She tilted her head to look out of the window and didn't bother to speak.

Morgan could not help but feel angry when they said that, so he walked up to Vivian and pointed at her

face, “Get out, you have no say here."

"If I get out when you tell me to, wouldn't that be humiliating?"

Vivian gave him a blank look, her expression bland and unassuming.

“Hey, my words don't work anymore, do they? Do you believe I'll smack you if you don't leave?"

Morgan was burning with anger, feeling humiliated by the mockery of several of his brothers’ wives.

Even his wife, Fiona, followed suit and was about to shove Vivian with one reach.

However, before her hand touched Vivian, she clutched her wrist, "You want to hit me? This is a

hospital, I will call security."

With her fingers clutched tightly, Fiona struggled for a moment, "You hick, don’t touch me, let go of my

hand."

“Damn it, you dare to touch my wife, if I don't teach you a lesson, you don't even know who I am!"

Morgan was furious and slapped towards Vivian.

The people on the other side looked like they were watching a good show, but Vivian was not afraid,

she just shook off Fiona, took hold of Morgan's hand and pressed back with her thumb against his. He

was unable to defend himself against Vivian's hand, even though he had a big belly, a dark complexion

and a strong body, and as he watched his thumb being pressed back, he clenched his back teeth in

pain, but dared not make a sound for fear of being laughed at.

So he kicked at Vivian, who didn't even try to fight him and only slightly sidestepped his attack.

Seeing a few people watching from asides, Madame Cheal shook her head and reprimanded, "Morgan,

what are you fooling around with? You are even getting angry with a girl? What a shame."

She scolded her angrily, and only then did Vivian shake off Morgan.

In the end, they were family, and if she hit Morgan, it would be difficult for the old lady to be caught in

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Morgan stumbled backwards a few steps, shaking his hand in pain, and secretly huffing a few breaths.

But he was so angry that his face was red and his neck was thick. After glancing around, he picked up

a kettle and smashed it at Vivian, "You little bitch, I'll kill you!"

He picked up the kettle, and judging from his posture, there was still water in it.

Seeing the kettle coming at her, Vivian lowered her back to avoid the kettle, which slashed five

centimeters above her and landed on the ground with a thud, shattering it.

The boiling water spilled out in all directions, smoke in the cooler bedroom.

What would happen to a pot of boiling water if it was actually splashed on Vivian's face?

Vivian's heart palpitated.

The old lady was so frightened that her heart strings were tense, and she stood up immediately,

barefooted and without regard for her image, she picked up her shoe from the floor and walked up to

Morgan, smacking him on the buttocks with her shoe, “What are you doing? Don't you have me in your

eyes? I'm not even dead yet, and now you don't take me into account, I'm afraid you're going to

heaven!"

The old lady was truly furious, her voice booming with rage.

In a flash, the crowd standing in the ward fell silent, no one daring to make a sound.

In the end, Madame Cheal was now in charge of the family, and although they dared to complain, they

were still afraid at the sight of Madame Cheal's anger at the moment.

Madame Cheal then said, pointing at them with her shoe, “As long as I live, I will be in charge of this

family, and it is not your turn to make a fuss here. Morris will take care of his things, and if he doesn't, I

will certainly pursue it. But if you dare to mess around, get the hell out of the family!"

With that, she threw her shoe to the ground with a snap, and while putting them on, she reprimanded,

“Don't you know your capability? When there was no Morris, you all carried the load in the company,

what did you achieve after so many years of service?"

“The company was run in a mess, and the company was full of problems inside and out. If it wasn't for

Morris taking it over later and taking care of all the problems for you, it would have folded fong ago."

"He's a young man, but he’s more capable than five of you, and you still have the nerve to shout about

it here. What are you shouting about? What?"