What right do you have to ask us to move out?"

"Indeed, I have every right. It's you who are out of place," Wynter retorted, casting a disdainful gaze at Rowena.

"Do you honestly believe I'm creating problems for myself? Isaac instructed me to drive you away!"

“Stop talking nonsense here!" Rowena flatly refused to believe Wynter's claims.

"Now Joe seems quite uneasy. I doubt he would kick us out of the house at this moment..."

"I will be his wife, so it's you who must leave, understand?" Wynter proclaimed, Lounging on the couch as though she owned the place.

"You have an hour to gather your belongings. If you don't, I'll throw everything out."

Rowena was seething with rage, her legs trembling so much she could hardly stand.

Swiftly, Glenda supported her.

Glowering at Wynter, Glenda charged forward, clawing at Wynter's face.

"You're an evil woman! You brought a sick dog that made Joe ill, and now you strut around here. You're utterly wicked! Mr. Johnston will never Like you. You're living in a dream!"

Caught by surprise, Wynter recoiled as a sharp pain seared across her face. She pushed Glenda away, retorting, "I could have you killed!"

How dare Glenda scratch her face?

Despite being shoved to the floor, Glenda wasn't ready to back down.

As she scrambled up, ready for another attack, Camila entered. She looked at Glenda and Rowena, suggesting, "Let's pack up and leave here."

Both Glenda and Rowena stood in stunned silence.

They couldn't believe what they just heard.

“yhat did you just say, Mila?" Rowena could scarcely believe her ears.

Equally surprised, Glenda opined that Camila couldn't possibly mean what she'd said.

"You are Mr. Johnston's wife, Joe's mother. She's the one who should go. How preposterous for a secretary to claim she'll marry him. It's laughable to think she's fit for him!"