Chapter 180

Irene shot Karen a venomous look, stood up, and pulled out her phone to call me.

The conversation that followed was identical to the one I had with her earlier that morning.

After hanging up, Shirley walked in and was taken aback to see Irene. "Aunt Irene, what are you doing here?"

Irene, stressed out from trying to gather money, glared at Shirley. "Who are you calling 'Aunt'? You're just a lousy maid."

"I'm Brandon's aunt, Caroline's aunt. What does that have to do with you? What right do you have to call me 'Aunt'?"

Shirley was stunned, her face darkening. "You can't say that. What if Caroline and Brandon get divorced?"

"Even then, it wouldn't be your turn. What makes you think you can marry Brandon? Get out."

"Don't think I don't know you stole money from the company and had Brandon cover for you."

"What right do you have to be here now?"

Shirley hit a nerve, making Irene furious. She slapped Shirley hard.

"Shut up!"

Shirley sneered. "Feeling guilty now? Why didn't you think of that when you took the money?"

"Don't think I don't know your story. You were just an ordinary accountant. If it weren't for Brandon, you wouldn't be the CFO. Do you really think you have the ability?"

The argument escalated, and soon they were physically fighting in the hospital room.

Slaps, hair-pulling, and kicks ensued, creating quite a scene.

Karen, lying in the hospital bed, remained unresponsive, as if she didn't see anything.

Irene, being older, couldn't keep up with the younger Shirley and was soon pushed to the ground.

Shirley walked over to Karen, gloating. "Mrs. Jordan, did you see that? Irene is just a fraud, only good at stealing Brandon's money."

Unexpectedly, Karen, who had been motionless, suddenly sat up and grabbed Shirley.

None of us saw it coming.

Karen bit down on Shirley's ear with precision and force. No matter how much Shirley struggled, Karen didn't let go. Shirley's screams echoed through the room and the video, sending chills down our spines.

Finally, Shirley couldn't take it anymore and kicked Karen, who fell back onto the bed, spitting out a piece of Shirley's ear.

Karen, her mouth bloody, glared at Shirley. "You bitch, you killed Jason."

Shirley, clutching her ear, screamed and ran out of the room, leaving it in silence.

Irene got up, not even glancing at the barely breathing Karen, and walked out.

That bite must have drained all of Karen's strength. Coupled with Shirley's kick, she was at death's door.

But her willpower was strong; she held on until the afternoon before passing away.

Seeing this, Savannah and I couldn't help but sigh.

"Karen was ruthless. She used all her remaining strength on Shirley," Savannah remarked.

I chuckled. "Shirley had it coming. Jason's death was orchestrated by Earl and her."

Savannah nodded, then asked curiously, "How did Karen know Shirley was behind Jason's death?"

I smiled mysteriously. "I told her. I couldn't let Karen die without knowing the truth, could I?"

"Karen must have been dwelling on this for days."

"And now it finally exploded."

Savannah nodded. "Good. At least she did something right before she died."

Suddenly realizing something, I quickly called Simon.

"Simon, can you set up a press conference for me within half an hour? I have something important."

Simon was surprised but quickly agreed. "Alright, I'll get back to you."

Then I called Royce. "I'm planning to hold the press conference early, before the Jordan family can react."

Royce's reassuring voice came through. "I understand. Go ahead."

With his support, I felt relieved. Simon worked fast, securing a venue in less than half an hour.

I hurried over with Savannah, deliberately not wearing makeup to show my true, haggard appearance.

The reporters were already seated, whispering about the sudden press conference.

I stepped onto the stage and bowed. "Hello, everyone. I'm here to address the recent rumors about our company and our CEO, Brandon."

"Additionally, I want to announce that I am officially divorcing Mr. Jordan."

As I sat down, the cameras flashed incessantly.

I remained still, letting them take their photos.

"Ms. Sharp, how will you divide the assets after the divorce?"

"I understand you founded the company. Are you really willing to give Mr. Jordan half?"

I adjusted my glasses and softly said, "That depends on Mr. Jordan. Since my pregnancy, the company hasn't been in my hands. The upper management is all from the Jordan family."

The murmurs grew louder. I intentionally left it vague, making them think Brandon married me to take over my family's company.

After all, Brandon's past had been thoroughly dug up online. His family wasn't wealthy; in fact, they were quite poor. Marrying into my family was their fortune.

"Can you tell us why you're divorcing Mr. Jordan?"

I froze, slowly shaking my head.

But I made sure my face was clearly visible to the cameras, showing a tear rolling down my cheek. "I'm sorry, I can't answer that."

Savannah, standing behind me, handed me a tissue at the right moment. I pretended to wipe my tears, looking very sorrowful.

This only fueled the media frenzy.

After the press conference, Savannah and I stepped off the stage. I rubbed my eyes; the eye drops had really stung.

But they had done the trick, bringing out real tears.