Chapter 160: Chapter 160: Vicious Enough to Want Her Dead

Yvonne Sutton didn’t even have time to grab a jacket, rushing to the room across the hall in nothing but her thin pajamas. The two women were already grappling with each other. But Daisy Shaw wasn’t as strong as Megan Hughes and was pinned underneath her, though she was at least holding her own in the war of words.

"Megan Hughes, you bitch! You deserved to get kicked out of show business for pissing so many people off!"

"Say that again and I’ll tear your mouth to shreds!"

"You dare touch my mouth, and I’ll rip out your tongue!"

The two of them were actually fighting. Yvonne Sutton just stared, completely dumbfounded.

After a great deal of effort, she finally managed to pull them apart, but they were still swinging their fists at each other from a distance.

"Um, didn’t you two clear up this misunderstanding last night?" Yvonne Sutton asked, pressing a hand to her forehead.

Daisy Shaw looked completely baffled. "I passed out as soon as I got back from the dinner party last night. I certainly didn’t talk to her."

Megan Hughes was even more bewildered. "Why would I talk to her? I do my best to avoid her."

Yvonne Sutton blinked. ’So, they both blacked out?’

’All that emotional crying last night... was it all for nothing?’

"I think you two should try having a proper conversation when you’re sober," Yvonne Sutton said with a sigh of resignation.

"I have nothing to say to her!"

"I don’t talk to people who are unreasonable!"

"Actually, I’d already made my decision last night. I was going to tell you all this morning that I’m heading back to Aethelgard, but you two..."

Yvonne Sutton didn’t even get to finish her sentence. Neither of them was listening as they stormed out, still bickering.

Yvonne Sutton heaved a long sigh. But she had made her decision, and she was going to stick to it. After packing her things, she went to find the director. The moment he heard she was leaving, he started bowing and pleading, stopping just short of getting down on his knees.

"Miss Sutton, if you leave, those two will completely wreck this production! It’ll be utter chaos. We won’t be able to film another second."

"It’s not that serious," Yvonne Sutton said.

"It really is! They just got into a physical fight and almost smashed one of the cameras."

The corner of Yvonne Sutton’s mouth twitched. ’Then who told you to invite them both?’ she thought.

"I’m very sorry, but I really have to go."

She really didn’t want to be caught in the middle of Wyatt Shaw and Candice Yates. Since everything had been cleared up last night, it was time to make a clean break.

Just as Yvonne Sutton said this and turned to leave, Miller came in carrying a kettle of hot water.

"Oh, Miss Sutton, you’re here! I’ve made some sweet pear soup for everyone. Have a bowl, it’ll help you cool off. My orchard is large, and the apple trees are tall and hard to pick from. You’ve all worked so hard these last few days."

Miller poured two bowls of the sweet soup as she spoke, handing one to the director and the other to Miss Sutton.

"My husband is about to have surgery at the hospital, so I... I have to go be with him. I’ll have to trouble you all with the orchard." Miller looked apologetic as she spoke. "You are all such good people. I’m so, so grateful."

After she finished speaking, Miller went to pour soup for the others, thanking each person as she served them.

"Miss Sutton, you see... if we can’t continue filming, who’s going to pick the apples for Miller?" the director sighed.

Yvonne Sutton looked at the elderly woman, her thoughts turning to the sensible ten-year-old boy. She couldn’t help it; she had a soft spot for people like them.

"All right, then. I’ll stay a few more days."

During the shoot, Yvonne Sutton went to a more remote part of the orchard to pick apples. Once she filled a basket, she’d find someone to help her carry it to the truck.

Around noon, Yvonne Sutton had filled another basket. She had just climbed down from the tree when she sensed footsteps behind her. She turned, saw who it was, and an instant later, the person shoved her violently. Right behind her was a steep slope.

Yvonne Sutton tumbled backward, her hands grasping at empty air, finding nothing to hold on to.

All she could see was that person’s smile—a dark, sinister grin.

Yvonne Sutton tumbled down the steep slope, bumping and jarring her body and hitting her head several times. Fortunately, a large locust tree growing at the bottom broke her fall. Otherwise, she would have plunged straight into the river.

The current below was swift, and the riverbanks were high. Anyone who fell in would be swept away before they even had a chance to scream for help.

But the impact against the tree trunk was severe, and it took Yvonne Sutton a long moment to get her bearings. When she looked up, she saw Candice Yates still standing at the top of the slope. Candice picked up the phone Yvonne had left on a chair, flaunted it in her direction, then placed it on the ground. She picked up a rock and smashed it down hard, again and again.

By the time Candice picked it up again, the phone was nothing but smithereens.

Having done all that, Candice Yates shot her one last look before turning and walking away.

Yvonne Sutton was so stunned she couldn’t speak for a long time. She never imagined Candice Yates could be so vicious—vicious enough to want her dead.

She tried calling for help a couple of times, but no one responded. Gritting her teeth against the pain in her leg, she began to climb. It took a long while, but she finally managed to crawl her way back to the top, only to find that the film crew had already gone back to the main compound for lunch.

She limped back to the main compound, where everyone was gathered around a long table, eating lunch.

Daisy Shaw was the first to see her. "Yvonne! I thought you went to eat with the Pace family! What happened to you?"

Daisy Shaw quickly put down her bowl and rushed over to her.

Yvonne Sutton didn’t answer her. Instead, her gaze fell upon Candice Yates, who was sitting near the head of the table, eating. Her expression darkened. She strode over, grabbed Candice by the hair, and yanked back violently. Unbalanced, Candice toppled from her seat and crashed to the ground.

Everyone was stunned by her sudden action.

Clutching her back, Candice Yates got up from the floor, a look of frail, pitiable innocence on her face. "Yvonne Sutton, did I do something to offend you? Why are you attacking me?"

Yvonne Sutton was about to explode. "You just tried to kill me, and you’re asking how you offended me?"

Candice Yates blinked, her face a mask of innocence. "What are you talking about? I don’t understand a word you’re saying."

"You don’t understand, is that it?" Yvonne Sutton grabbed a nearby chair. She was utterly furious. It was pure luck that the locust tree had been there to stop her fall; otherwise, she’d be dead in the river right now, drowned.

However, she couldn’t lift the chair, as a crew member beside her quickly pressed it down.

"Miss Sutton, please, let’s talk this out."

Yvonne Sutton gritted her teeth, forcing herself to calm down. She turned to the director. "A few moments ago, when my back was turned, she pushed me. I fell down a steep slope and almost ended up in the river. I’m telling you this now, while I still have a shred of rationality left. If you can’t give me a satisfactory resolution, I’m calling the police. And if that disrupts the shooting schedule, it won’t be my fault."

The director froze, looking from Candice Yates to Yvonne Sutton and back again. "There must be some kind of misunderstanding. Why would Miss Yates try to harm you, Miss Sutton?"

"I saw her face. Perfectly clearly. What misunderstanding could there be? On top of that, she smashed my phone."

The director, still baffled, turned his head to look at Candice Yates.

"Miss Yates, did you really..."

"Of course not! Would I be crazy enough to harm her?" Candice Yates yelled, her voice filled with the indignation of someone falsely accused. "Yvonne Sutton, you..."

Her voice trailed off as her eyes began to well up.

"You just hate me because I’m Wyatt Shaw’s girlfriend. But you two are already divorced! He and I are dating normally. Isn’t it going too far to frame me like this?" 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

"You’re still going to deny it?" Yvonne Sutton’s fists tightened.

Candice Yates let out a small sigh. "Fine. If you’re determined to falsely accuse me, there’s nothing I can do. But I certainly did not push you. I have a witness."

"A witness?" Yvonne Sutton scoffed.

"I’ve been with Wyatt Shaw this whole time. He can vouch for me."