Chapter 745

Leroy sneered. "Andrew, you and Christie had a history. Back when you were struggling, she was the one who helped you! Now that you’re successful, it’s only right that you repay her. If you refuse, then you’re just an ungrateful traitor—and trust me, if you don’t cooperate, I'll make sure you’re ruined!"

Andrew’s eyes turned ice-cold as he let out a sharp, mocking laugh. "Christina helped me when I was at my lowest? Leroy, the Stevens family really has no shame. When I was living under your roof, did I ever take a dime from you? Did I ever owe you anything? If anything, it was you—and your greedy, money-grubbing mother—who kept taking from me, milking me for every cent you could get."

Ignoring how Irene and Leroy’s faces darkened, Andrew turned to Christina and scoffed. "And you, Christina—what is it? Now that I have everything, you think you can just swoop in and claim a piece of it?"

Christina opened her mouth, struggling to explain. "I—I’m not the kind of person you think I am, Andrew. I just feel guilty about the past, and I want to make it up to you. I want you to come back to the Stevens family so I can fix what I did wrong!"

Andrew waved her off dismissively. "Save it. I don’t want anything from you, Christina—not now, not ever."

Christina’s voice rose in frustration. "So that’s it, huh? Now that you have Lauren and Francesca, you just think they’re better than me?"

Andrew’s expression remained calm. "You finally got something right. In my eyes, you’re nothing now. Lauren and Fran? They’re a thousand times better than you."

Christina clenched her fists, her pretty face twisting in anger. She had spent all this time dressing up, picking the perfect moment to “win his heart”—only to be slapped in the face with rejection. What did Lauren and Francesca have that she did not?

Irene suddenly screeched and lunged forward, her hands clawing toward Francesca’s face. "You little homewrecker! You shameless tramp! Andrew belongs to Christie, not you—get your filthy hands off him!"

Francesca’s expression turned cold as she took a step back. "Madam, I was trying to be polite since you’re old, but if you come at me again, I won’t just stand here and take it."

However, Irene was not backing down. She thrashed wildly, screaming, "I’m going to tear that pretty little face of yours apart! You and Andrew are nothing but a pair of filthy cheaters! You should both just die!"

Francesca’s patience snapped. Without hesitation, she slapped Irene across the face, sending her stumbling backward.

Leroy roared, "Mom!" and rushed to help her, but Irene shoved him away.

Instead of getting up, she threw herself onto the ground, wailing at the top of her lungs. She flailed her arms and kicked her legs like a crazed lunatic. "Somebody help! Moonlit Apothecary is abusing their customers! I’m an old woman, and they hit me! Where’s the justice?! Where’s the law?! Someone, please, stand up for me!"

Passersby started to slow down, casting curious and judgmental looks. A few even began whispering among themselves.

Francesca’s face darkened in fury. "Are you seriously playing the victim right now? You started this! You attacked me first!"

Irene shot her a venomous glare before shifting her gaze to Andrew. "You did this, Andrew! You forced my hand! If you refuse to come back and serve the Stevens family, then fine. But I will ruin you. I’ll make sure your little Moonlit Apothecary is shut down for good!"

She flailed harder, raising her voice to an ear-piercing screech. "Everyone, listen! This scumbag abandoned my daughter for another woman! He’s a heartless traitor who deserves to be torn to pieces!"