Chapter 95
Chapter 95 Hostile Confrontation
Harry gazed at the beautiful smile on Cora’s face, suddenly reminded of a poem that described the unparalleled beauty of
a young lady who could turn heads wherever she went.
However, upon understanding the meaning behind Cora’s words, the cynical mask he had deliberately maintained on his
face cracked just a little.
“I can always congratulate them after they get married,” he remarked.
He hoped that Jane could have what she wanted, but he had never considered that she might bear an heir for Byron.
It wasn’t until then that he realized there were some things he couldn’t achieve on his own.
“That should be fine. Both Dr. Yoris and Mr. Hansen have good looks, so I’m sure their children will surely inherit their
charming appearance.”
Cora noticed Harry was beginning to shy away from the topic, so she poked at Harry to add salt to the wound just like how
he did.
As expected, Harry could no longer maintain the fake smile that he plastered on his face.
“Does it really concern you whether they have children or not? Why are you, a third-wheel in their relationship, so eager
about it? Are you planning on becoming a stepmother to his children?”
Unfazed, Cora pretended not to notice that something was amiss with Harry.
“Being a stepmother would work for me. I will have children without having to put in any effort. When I’m in a bad mood, I
can vent my frustrations on them without feeling guilty. Quite thrilling, don’t you think?”
“You are truly wicked.”
Enter title…
In the face of Harry’s sarcasm, Cora smiled and asked, “Had you never considered being a stepfather?”
They locked eyes, and the feeling of being seen through by Cora made Harry uncomfortable.
“Don’t talk nonsense… My girlfriend is waiting for me, so I’ll get going.”
With that, he fled the scene.
After watching Harry’s embarrassed retreat, the smile on Cora’s face quickly faded.
Harry doted on Jane even though they weren’t blood relatives. It was obvious he fancied her.
Because the woman he fancied had crossed her, Cora decided she wouldn’t mind having a hostile confrontation with
Harry.
After successfully getting rid of Harry, Cora was about to leave and return to her room to pack her luggage, but someone
blocked her way.
“I’m William Yoris, Jane’s father,” said the man.
Despite his humble and polite attitude, Cora felt a slight aversion to him and gave a nod before attempting to pass him
and leave.
“I just heard that your name is Cora. Could your mother be… Flora?” William suddenly inquired when Cora was about to
walk past him.
The question was enough to halt her in her steps.
Countless thoughts raced through her mind in that one fleeting instant.
Her mother’s first love was a doctor whose surname was Yoris. Thus, her mother was always opposed to her becoming a
doctor.
She figured perhaps William was her mother’s first love.
However, she didn’t voice her thoughts to William and simply nodded, saying, “Yes.”
“Is your mother really Flora? How is she doing recently?”
William’s slightly weary eyes showed a hint of joy when he mentioned her mother.
Cora was almost certain that William was her mother’s first love.
With that realization, she studied William more closely.
He was a man in his early forties in white shirt and trousers. Tall and elegant, he exuded a noble air that made him stand
out from the crowd.
Judging from his appearance, he was likely also a handsome young man in his early years.
But knowing how much difficulty he had caused her in her pursuit of education, Cora couldn’t bring herself to be cordial to
him.
Moreover, she felt like she would be betraying her father by interacting with William, given the latter’s relationship with
Flora. So, she simply said, “She is doing well. Don’t worry.”
“I…” William was persistent in learning more about Flora from her.
Sensing that, Cora gave him a reminder. “Mr. William Yoris, it wouldn’t be appropriate for you to inquire about your ex in
front of your wife and daughter.”
William was taken aback. Following Cora’s gaze, he saw Sara and Jane greeting the guests while paying close attention
to their interaction.
They would likely return once the guests had left.
As William was being distracted, Cora made her way back to her room.
To her surprise, Byron was already waiting for her there.
As soon as she entered the room, he cornered her against the wall.
“What does Mr. William Yoris want from you?”
His figure loomed over her, and his gaze impassive.
Upon recalling that Byron had chosen Jane earlier, Cora felt repulsed and tried to push him away to maintain some
distance between them.
However, Byron had a firm stance, given his early training in martial arts, so she couldn’t make him budge even when she
pushed him with all her might.
With a threatening look in his eyes, Byron made it clear that she would be cornered all day if she wouldn’t come clean.
Cora didn’t want to waste her time because of something regarding William. “What do you think he wants? He came to
warn me not to meddle in his daughter’s relationship.”
Byron immediately refuted her, saying, “That’s impossible. Mr. William Yoris is not that kind of person.”
“You sure have a lot of trust in your future father-in-law. Well, you are family, after all.”
While Byron was correct in his assessment of William, Cora was, nonetheless, annoyed that he chose to side with
William. The fact that the matter had to do with Jane wasn’t helpful in the least.
“What’s going on?” Byron pressed for answers.
He grabbed her wrist without warning, not wanting to go around in circles.
It was apparent from his harsh tone and behavior that his anger was bubbling over.
“Why don’t you make a guess since you’re so close with the Yoris family?”
After that, Cora gathered her strength and pushed Byron away.
She was disgusted by William and Flora’s relationship. The fact that William would come after Flora after their break up
was despicable.
However, she was reluctant to share those feelings with anyone, not even Byron.
After pushing Byron away, she went straight to the bathroom to take a shower.
After some time, a loud slam of the door echoed outside the bathroom