Fan Husband 27

Chapter 27 

Adelaide smiled more brightly. “You schemed so hard to sleep 

with Garrett but still couldn’t make him choose you. You tried 

your best to tell Dad what you wanted but still couldn’t get me 

kicked out of the Pierce family. You want me dead, but I’m still 

here. It must be killing you. All that effort these past few days. 

was all for nothing. It must hurt.” 

“AAAAHHHH! ADELAIDE, SHUT UP!!” Amanda lost it and 

flipped the entire table. 

Dishes and cutlery clattered to the floor, but not a single staff 

member showed up. 

“ADELAIDE! I’M GOING TO RIP YOUR MOUTH OFF!” Amanda 

shrieked, lunging at Adelaide like a madwoman. 

But Adelaide had already stood when Amanda flipped the table. 

She dodged easily again. 

At this point, Amanda’s rage had tunneled her vision. Her only 

focus was Adelaide’s face. She couldn’t think. So when Adelaide 

shifted again, she couldn’t react in time and tripped, falling face- 

first onto the floor. 

Looking down at her, Adelaide calmly pulled out her phone and 

dialed a number. “Hello, is that Evercrest Mental Health Center? 

A patient with a mental illness is attacking me.” 

Amanda froze for several seconds, unsure if she was hallucinating. 

Who was Adelaide calling? 

Evercrest Mental Health Center? 

Only after Adelaide hung up did Amanda fully process what had happened. Her face contorted even more grotesquely. “ADELAIDE! I’M GOING TO KILL YOU!!!” 

She lunged again, only for Adelaide to dodge effortlessly once 

more. 

Just as Amanda picked up a shard of broken plate from the 

floor and was about to strike again, a police officer in uniform 

shouted, “Hey! What do you think you’re doing?!” 

At the sight of the police officer, Amanda was startled and 

quickly dropped the shard from her hand. 

Adelaide was surprised that the police would show up, and she 

guessed the staff must have called them. 

Two police officers walked over and scanned the scene. One of them, a middle–aged officer, asked sternly, “Who made this 

mess?” 

She did,” Adelaide replied, pointing at Amanda. 

“It wasn’t me! I didn’t do it!” Amanda frantically shook her head 

and glared at Adelaide. 

Adelaide sneered coldly, “Do you think the overhead cameras 

are just for decoration?” 

Amanda was stunned. 

“You damaged private property. And just now, I saw you 

attempting to assault this lady,” the middle–aged officer said as 

he took out the handcuffs. “You’ll have to come with us to the 

station.” 

“I’m innocent! I’m mentally ill! I can’t handle provocation! She 

deliberately triggered me, and that’s why I lost control and 

smashed things!” Amanda screamed, her voice trembling with 

fear. 

Adelaide chuckled. 

What a character. Always ready to pull the “I’m mentally ill” 

card at any moment, 

“We’ll need you to come with us as well, miss,” the officer 

turned to Adelaide. 

“No problem.” 

Adelaide wasn’t sure if it was just her imagination, but this 

officer seemed unusually polite toward her. 

At the station, Amanda cried so hard her makeup was 

completely ruined. She requested a phone call, and the officers 

agreed. 

Meanwhile, in another interrogation room. 

The middle–aged officer handed Adelaide a latte. “Ms. Pierce, 

this is just a formality.” 

If she only had suspicions at the restaurant, she was now 

certain. After thanking him, she asked, “Officer Sweeney, may I 

ask why?” 

“I’m just following orders,” he replied. 

Adelaide gave a wry smile. “Orders from whom?” 

Lyndon Sweeney didn’t answer. He simply pulled out his phone 

and typed in some letters: Thorton. 

When she saw it, her eyes widened in shock. 

Reginald Thorton?!