From Forgotten Wife To Fierce Queen - Chapter 241: Chapter 241

Seeing how utterly unyielding Brittany was, the butler let out a sigh. "Forget it. Drag her out."
He had already given her a chance, but she refused to take it.
"Stay away! What are you doing? Don't come near me!" Brittany shrieked, scrambling around on the bed. She grabbed anything within reach and hurled it at the people closing in on her.
The butler winced at her hysterical reaction. "Ms. Sullivan, please cooperate. Stop making a scene."
Before he could finish speaking, Brittany hurled a pillow at his head with full force. "Get out, you old bastard! This is my room! Get out!"
"The one who needs to leave is you!" Julia walked in impatiently. "You can't even handle something this simple? Stop wasting time and just throw her out!"
At this point, Julia absolutely despised Brittany—she wished she could tear her apart.
The butler, rubbing the spot where the pillow had hit him, no longer showed any kindness. His wrinkled face was filled with fury. "Didn't you hear the madam? Grab her and throw her out!"
The servants no longer hesitated. They climbed onto the bed and pinned Brittany down. No matter how much she struggled, it was useless.
"Julia, let me go! I'm not leaving! This is my home! I won't leave!" Brittany screamed, her voice hoarse. She couldn't leave. If she left, she would have nothing.
"Why the hell wouldn't you leave? Who do you think you are? You're just a fraud pretending to be someone you're not, and you still have the nerve to stay?" Julia snapped.
"I'm not a fraud! I didn't pretend! My father is Tyson! I'm the true daughter of the Godard family!"
"Bullshit! Your father is a murderer! You're the daughter of a killer!" Julia's gaze landed on Brittany's body, and she suddenly noticed the expensive custom-made gown she was wearing.
That gown had originally belonged to her. Not only had Brittany taken it, but she had also ruined it.
Julia's face twisted in rage. "Take that dress off her! And all the jewelry she's wearing—strip everything off! She's not allowed to take a single thing from the Beaumont family!"
The servants immediately obeyed, reaching out to tear the dress off Brittany.
Over the past few months, they had endured a lot because of Brittany's arrogance.
Before, they had to put up with it because of her status. They had no choice but to swallow their anger. But now, Brittany was nothing. They didn't need to fear her anymore.
Within moments, Brittany was left in nothing but a thin slip.
"No! Stop!" Brittany screamed, but before she could react, the servants dragged her out of the room. "Let go of me! Let go!"
But no matter how much she thrashed and begged, it was useless. No one cared about her, and no one paid attention to her.
Just like that, Brittany was thrown mercilessly outside the Beaumont estate, wearing nothing but her underclothes.
Julia held a few pieces of clothing in her hands and flung them directly at Brittany's face. Those were the clothes Brittany had worn when she first moved into the mansion.
Next came her shoes, bag, and phone. Other than that, Brittany wasn't allowed to take anything that belonged to the Beaumont family or anything Julia had bought for her.
Under the night sky, Julia stared coldly at Brittany and told the security guard, "Lock the gate. Don't let her come near. If she dares to cause trouble, call the police and have her taken away."
Then, Julia turned to Brittany and said, "Be smart and get lost. Don't let me see you again, or I'll send you in to reunite with your murderer parents."
Julia's words sent a chill down Brittany's spine. Trembling, she hurriedly picked up her belongings from the ground and fled.
Brittany never expected that when she returned to the Sullivan family villa, she would face the exact same situation.
Standing outside the courtyard gate, she knocked repeatedly and pressed the doorbell over and over, but no one let her in.
The usually kind and gentle Lily now looked at her with an annoyed expression. "Mr. Sullivan said you're just a bastard. You're not allowed to take a single step inside."
"I'm not a bastard! Open the door and let me in! This is my home—I want to go home!" Brittany shouted outside the gate, quickly drawing the attention of the neighbors.
"Oh? Now you remember this is your home? Didn't you go to the Beaumont family to be their rich little lady? Didn't you look down on this place? What are you doing back here?" Lily sneered sarcastically. She had always disliked Brittany.
After all, Brittany always wore two faces—sweet and flattering toward those who could benefit her, but to those beneath her, she showed a completely different side.
"Oh, right. You really are a bastard. The Beaumont family doesn't want you, and the Sullivan family doesn't want you either."
Lily rolled her eyes and warned Brittany, "Mr. Sullivan was so furious because of you that he's still in the hospital. If you know what's good for you, leave now. Otherwise, I'll call the police."
Brittany staggered back, surrounded by the whispers of the neighbors. In despair, she collapsed to the ground.
On the ride home, Tyson asked Brittany, "What do you plan to do?"
"Don't bother with her," Paisley said dismissively. She never considered Brittany a real threat. Without Christina and Gregory's protection, Brittany was powerless. There was no need to waste effort dealing with her.
Seeing that Paisley had everything under control, Tyson didn't press the issue.
When they returned to the villa district, Tyson actually wanted to stay at Paisley's place—this way, he could see Serena whenever he wanted. But thinking about how Paisley's house was full of women, he decided it would be inconvenient and ultimately chose to stay at Max's instead.
Before they parted ways, Tyson asked Paisley, "You and that kid from the Vanderbilt family—"
Paisley cut Tyson off. "It's over between us."
"Alright." Tyson nodded. "There are plenty of men out there. If you want, I can introduce you to someone better."
In Montera, Tyson knew many young men with excellent backgrounds.
Tyson glanced at Max and pressed his lips together.
"No need," Paisley replied indifferently. She had no interest in relationships. "I won't be considering that anytime soon."
"That's fine too." Tyson nodded approvingly. "It gives you more freedom. Do whatever you want. Men are all the same—just have fun with them. None of them are worth your tears."
Max was speechless.
At Vanderbilt Manor, as soon as Dominick stepped into his room, Max suddenly sneezed.