His Wife Calls The Shots
Chapter 1276: Nobody Wants Her_1

Chapter 1276: Chapter 1276: Nobody Wants Her_1

Chapter 1276

William Foster seemed to have thought of something, his brows furrowing as he was lost in silent thought.

Evelyn Thompson recalled the events of last time and said, "What kind of situation could allow you to harshly drive away a child you yourself are fond of? You know what we mean."

The Master waved his hand, saying, "Chlo-Chlo stirred up trouble in Anstolas, injured Manie severely. She’s still in a critical condition, and the Yorks are demanding a stance from us, we need to make clear our position."

"Ah? Injured...this..." Evelyn Thompson’s first reaction was disbelief.

"Dad, there must be some misunderstanding. How about this, I’ll personally go with William to have a look, don’t rush to conclusions."

The Master sighed, "No need for that, no matter what, we need to take a stand this time. The Collinses and the Yorks are two opposing camps, this can’t be changed. Tristan Collins also treats the Fosters as his enemies, so, we’ve already made a choice. It’s a good opportunity to draw a clear line."

"Let it be, Evelyn, you’re in charge of packing up Chlo-Chlo’s luggage, second son, you’ll go and call Alex back. As soon as he arrives, if he refuses to listen, lock him up."

"Dad! I disagree!"

"I have the final say in this household!" The Master yelled.

This sudden yell of the Master flummoxed Evelyn Thompson.

She married into the Fosters over twenty years ago, this was the first time she had ever been yelled at so loudly by the Master.

William held her gently to comfort her before turning to his father and saying, "Dad..."

"Even you disobey my orders now?!" The Master interrupted his son’s words, glaring angrily at him.

In the end, he left the two of them aside to personally handle the matter. Someone was ordered to the East wing to pack up everything related to Chloe Collins, which was immediately returned to the Collins family.

Meanwhile, Edgar Foster and Alan Foster, the sons of his eldest, were ordered to go to Anstolas and bring Alex back, thus making clear the Fosters’ stance on this matter.

That evening.

Tristan Collins returned home with his wife and son, just as they walked in, the Butler came to report, "Sir, today the Fosters sent over Miss Collins’ luggage, it seems like..."

He didn’t dare to continue.

Tristan Collins’ facial expression instantly turned cold.

Tessa Collins looked at the belongings, thought for a moment, then said, "The call you received earlier...was it about this? Has she really been driven out by the Fosters?"

Rosalind Taylor looked surprised, "Isn’t she well-liked by them?"

"For the time being, I’ve moved Miss Collins’ belongings to the guest room, Sir, you see..."

Tessa Collins, "She already erased her name from your account, why would you shelter her? In the end, she definitely won’t appreciate your kindness. I think it’s best to send her to the Taylors."

Rosalind Taylor looked weird, kept silent, a hint of resentment in her eyes.

The word ’Taylor’ was a sore subject, untouchable.

Tessa Collins’ words made Rosalind Taylor feel like she was being purposefully antagonised.

At this moment, Tristan Collins spoke up, "Send the things to Harville Temple for Master Matsu."

Upon hearing this, his mother, Mrs. Holt, glanced at her son, wanting to say something but restraining herself.

Tristan Collins’ word was law, and it was to be carried out unconditionally.

The Butler immediately arranged for someone to take care of this, and before long the luggage was sent to Harville Temple.

After the things were sent away, the Collins household seemingly returned to its usual calm. They ate and rested as usual, not a single person mentioning the name ’Chloe Collins’.

Deep into the night, Rosalind Taylor stood by the window, looking out at the row of newly planted plum trees in the backyard, and suddenly let out a self-mocking laugh.

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