Chapter 947

I was also moved by the scene. Jonah truly looked handsome, and I hadn't expected his quick and skilled wrist lock to be so effective. However, he wasn't paying attention to me or Alex. His face was shrouded in a cold aura, and his gaze was icy as he stared down at Maeve, his tone chilling. "I dare you to insult her again." Maeve couldn't get another word out. She lay on the floor, her body jerking slightly, her face pale, and her lips trembling. She was holding her waist in pain, gasping for breath. She didn't dare to look at Jonah but instead shot me a hateful glare, and her eyes were filled with rage. I could almost hear her grinding her teeth. Aunt Tina and Uncle Jackson had rushed over earlier to stop Maeve, but Jonah had acted much faster. Upon seeing Maeve on the floor, she sighed in relief but furrowed her brows, saying, "If you have something to say, say it nicely. "Why are you insulting Nance? Anyway, isn't Nance the one who's the most wronged in all this? What right do