From Forgotten Wife To Fierce Queen - Chapter 296: Chapter 296

"Mom! Don't block me! Today, I'm going to teach this girl a lesson who doesn't know right from wrong. She's five years old and already lying all the time. How will she turn out when she grows up?" Edmond was heartbroken.
He no longer had the harshness he initially had; now, he really looked like a grandfather concerned about his granddaughter's discipline.
Paisley just scoffed, as if watching a show.
Florence, supported by a servant, stood up angrily. "Paisley, you've already beaten her—do you really have to kill Bella for you to be satisfied?"
Paisley completely ignored Florence. Christopher had no right to speak to her, and neither did Florence.
"Paisy, if you think it's not enough, I will continue teaching Bella a lesson!" Edmond said, panting slightly. He, who was usually so elegant, now seemed unable to keep up his composure.
"Uncle, one beating can't make up for the pain I feel seeing my children injured," Paisley said with a mocking glance.
This time, even Edmond couldn't hold back. "What do you want then? Do you want me to throw Bella out?"
Paisley turned her gaze away from Edmond and looked at Tyson. "Dad, I want the few branches of the company under my second brother's control, and the new energy project under Uncle's control."
As soon as she said this, the room was once again filled with astonished whispers. This young lady was certainly not low-key at all. In front of Edmond and his son, she directly demanded resources.
This means that the Godard family's young lady was about to enter the core competitive circle of the Godard family. And right from the start, she was going after the second branch.
"Paisley, are you crazy? Trying to take my company!" Christopher, who had been silent when the child was beaten, finally snapped. Now that his company was under threat, he couldn't wait any longer.
"You're wrong. I'm not taking it from you; it was always mine," Paisley declared firmly, giving Christopher no mercy. "I've seen the annual reports of those branches you're managing for the past five years."
She scoffed, "It's a mess—poorly managed, like crap. You might as well go home and enjoy being idle. The Godard family can afford to support your lazy family."
Among those present were the Godard family's relatives, elite figures from various fields, and shareholders from Godard Group. And right there, in front of everyone, Paisley compared Christopher's management skills to crap and called their second branch a group of lazy people.
This wasn't just an open provocation; it was an absolute crushing blow. And with her identity and strength, she was more than qualified to say such things.
Edmond's face darkened. "Paisy, you don't need to worry about the company's matters, you should just—"
"Okay." Before Edmond could finish his sentence, he heard Tyson's firm "Okay."
"Tyson!" Edmond panicked. "You can't make rash decisions about the company! Even if you want to help Paisy establish authority, you should still consider the shareholders' opinions!"
"Fine," Tyson's gaze swept across the shareholders, one by one. "Since everyone's here, I'll appoint my daughter as the vice president of the company. She'll take over the subsidiaries previously managed by Christopher, and be responsible for the projects Edmond is handling. If anyone has objections, step forward."
As soon as he finished speaking, the room was so silent you could hear a pin drop. Not a single person stepped forward. No one dared. Even if there were shareholders with objections, they would choose to keep quiet and wait to address it later.
Edmond's face turned dark, and his fists clenched under his sleeves. Christopher's face was pale, he didn't expect that in an instant, his power would be taken away by Paisy.
Although the official appointment wouldn't be made until next year, following meetings and procedures, but since Tyson could openly announce it in front of everyone, it was as good as done.
And he would lose all his positions in the company. The worst part was, he didn't even have shares in the Godard Group, which meant he would really become, as Paisy had said, an idle person supported by the Godard family.
What he couldn't accept the most was that no one at the scene objected to this decision. The shareholders who supported the second branch and the ones who supported him becoming the future heir were nowhere to be seen.
Christopher felt suffocated, his face pale. Edmond wasn't any better. All those times he hit Bella before had been for nothing. From the very beginning, Paisy's true goal had always been the power in their second branch's hands.
Josie had gradually calmed down and, after watching for so long, she had to admit she had underestimated her niece. She had a strong, premonition. She had a strong feeling that in the future, the Godard family might truly be controlled by this niece of hers.
With everything that had happened, the grand recognition banquet had to be wrapped up hastily.
In the children's room, the two little ones, wrapped up like ravioli, had already fallen into a deep sleep. Paisy sat by the bed, checking the children's bodies again. After confirming there were no serious injuries, she let out a sigh of relief, the tension in her body slowly easing.
Her hand gently brushed over Serena's chin, her eyes full of tenderness. This child had seemed to be suffering for some time.
"Mom. I'm sorry. Forgive me." Beside Serena, Grayson was muttering in his sleep. Even though he was asleep, his body still trembled from time to time.
Paisy looked on, her thoughts complex. Behind her, she heard footsteps—it was Dominick coming closer. His eyes were deep, never leaving Paisy, and his body moved involuntarily closer.
"Paisy," Dominick softly called her name.
Paisy had been so focused on the children that when she heard the voice, she finally remembered Dominick was there. She stood up. "Why are you here?"
Dominick's pupils flickered. This woman, who had been so gentle with the children, was now so calm when facing him. 'Does she not miss me at all?' he thought.
"Because I missed you. Sonny and I both missed you. We wanted to come see you," Dominick said, no longer beating around the bush, no more silence, no more pretending.
During this time, he had realized deeply that in their past marriage, he was the one at fault. His arrogance had caused Paisy to lose all hope. So from now on, he would pursue Paisy openly, passionately, and without hiding his feelings.
"As for that Keeley, I—"
"Enough, Dominick. I don't need your explanation. That's your business, not mine." Paisy's tone was businesslike, making Dominick's eyes turn red with frustration.
"How can it not be your business, Paisy? Can you stop treating me like this?" said Dominick.
Knock, knock, knock. Three loud knocks on the door. Then, Max walked in. "Paisy, are the kids alright?"
Because she was worried about the kids' injuries, Paisley had brought them back first. Max, as the eldest son of the family, naturally stayed behind to take care of things. Once he finished handling the aftermath, Max immediately came here.
It was as if he didn't even notice Dominick, walking straight to the bedside and sitting in the spot where Paisley had been earlier, looking at Serena with eyes full of concern.
"It's fine now, luckily it's just superficial wounds." Paisley walked over, not wanting to make Max worry, and comforted him softly.
But inside, she couldn't help but feel immensely relieved. She was glad Tommy was only eight years old. If he were older, stronger, Paisley couldn't even imagine what might have happened.
Dominick stood there, his gaze fixed on Paisley and Max. In that moment, he felt like an outsider.
It was then that Paisley seemed to remember he was still in the room, turning to him and saying, "Sonny is staying here with me for now. You should go home."
"I'm Sonny's father. Can I not stay here?" Dominick asked.
Paisley wasn't sure if this man was being intentional or not. His eyes were slightly red, his gaze broken. He looked like a stray dog, homeless and lost.
However, she still rejected him. "No, it's not convenient."
"Then why can he stay here?" In his panic, Dominick asked a ridiculously stupid question.
Max stood up, walked over to Paisley's side, and stared directly at Dominick. "Mr. Vanderbilt, have you forgotten? This is me and Paisy's home. You're the only outsider here."
Paisley hesitated for a moment. She felt that something about Max's words wasn't quite right. But she couldn't pinpoint what was wrong, because what Max said wasn't wrong.
Dominick's eyes, which had been filled with brokenness when looking at Paisley, suddenly turned cold and sharp.
Meanwhile, the vibe between the Godard family and the Godard family's second branch was even more tense.