Chapter 592 Xavia, You Bitch

Joseph looked at Chloe condescendingly. He ultimately decided to agree with Ginny’s request, so

he kept quiet and left.

Chloe kneeled before the coffin until almost everyone in the hall had left. She then got up and

massaged her aching knees a little before continuing to kneel.

Harold observed Chloe through a window on the second floor. He felt incredibly sorry for her. "Ask

her to go home and rest. She’s been on her knees for a long time. She must be suffering.”

Patrick immediately carried out the order. "Ms. Chloe, it's getting late and cold. Please go home."

He walked over and tried to get her to stand.

With her head hung low in a downcast manner, she stated stubbornly, "I want to stay with Grandpa

a little longer."

"No, you don't have to as you’ll still have a lot of... No, what I’m trying to say is that he’s already

gone. You can visit him at the cemetery once a year. I’m sure he'll be quite satisfied."

"Patrick, please leave. I want to be here alone."

A tinge of gratification flickered in his eyes when he saw Chloe's resolution. 'She truly is a grateful

person.'

"Grandpa!"

They suddenly heard a prolonged and melancholic lament from afar.

Patrick looked over and his gaze changed. "Who let you in?"

Xavia was in a long black dress with a white scarf around her neck. Her aura was elegant and cold.

She had gone to the hospital for treatment, so her face was no longer as swollen as before but one

could still discern the scratches and redness on her face.

"Joe let me come."

Knitting his brows, Patrick did not hide his disgust.

"Bring Oreo here." Joseph, who came afterward, ordered coldly. After a pause, he said to Xavia,

"Ask Lucas to give you a ride home after you’ve seen Oreo."

"But I want to stay for the funeral."

Joseph side-eyed Chloe who kept her head low and remained silent. He then softened his voice.

"No, it's fine. Take care so that you don't tire yourself out. You're pregnant."

Xavia agreed obediently, "Okay, I'll take good care of our baby."

An excruciating jolt of pain hit Chloe when she heard their conversation. However, she pretended to

be aloof and unconcerned. When Joseph saw her calmness, he kicked over the dustbin in the yard

and furiously stormed upstairs.

Patrick went to the garden to look for Oreo. For a moment, Chloe and Xavia were the only ones left

in the yard. After looking around, Xavia casually walked to Chloe’s side and whispered, "Tsk, you

can't bear to part with the old bastard, right? How about going down to hell to be with him?"

Chloe clenched her fists. "I don't mind slapping you again."

"Come on. Hit right here." Xavia pointed at her belly before she cracked a malicious sneer. "Do you

dare to hit me? I'm pregnant with the Whitman family's only child. Joe won't let you off the hook if

anything happens to me."

Chloe gnashed her teeth. "Bitch."

"Women who scold me are just jealous of me." Xavia shamelessly walked toward the coffin and

wanted to open it to take a look.

Chloe noticed Xavia's intention and got up to stop the latter. "Don't open it!"

"Fuck off, will you?"

'The old bastard is dead at last. Of course, I have to enjoy this moment.'

Chloe pushed Xavia aside. "Are you stupid? Didn't you hear me?"

She had not exerted great strength, but Xavia’s footing was unsteady and she fell over. Just then,

Patrick came back with Oreo. Xavia acted like she had suffered a great grievance, burying her face

in her arms as she cried.