Bride To Be Not Me (Janice and Simon)

In the office, Helena was throwing herself into a full melodrama, her voice

cracking with frustration as she yelled, "Simon! This woman doesn't care about us at all! She slapped me and threatened me! How could you let someone so rude and disrespectful stay here? You need to dump her and tell her to get out!"

"Exactly, Simon," Sarah added. "You've got your own company now, but you can't even manage one woman? You need to set her straight! If that doesn't work, just kick her out and find someone who knows their place!"

Before Simon could respond, Elsie walked into the office, her gaze filled with disdain. "Oh, so you think I should just sit here and serve you two, huh? One of you is past your prime, and the other can't do anything but sit back and bark orders. Perhaps it's the two of you who should be the ones to leave."

Helena slapped the glass coffee table in frustration. "Simon, are you hearing this? Are you listening to what she's saying?"

Elsie casually dropped a pile of files on Simon's desk and met his eyes. "This is a company, not a circus. If it's always in chaos, how do you expect to run a business?"

"Simon, are you mute now?" Helena snapped, her temper flaring. "Say something

"Shut up!" Simon retorted.

In addition to dealing with Elsie, he was buried under the pressure of raising compensation money, confronting his infertility issues, and figuring out how to handle the looming crisis with Prosper Stitch Group. His mind was on the verge of breaking down.

"If you have nothing valuable to say, don't come back to my office," Simon growled, dismissing Helena and Sarah.

Helena stared at Simon in shock. "Simon, I'm your mother! How could you—"

Simon met her gaze. "Of course, I know you're my mother. Otherwise, I think we'd get into some kind of lifelong feud."

"What... What do you mean by that?" Helena asked, momentarily thrown off.

Simon narrowed his eyes. "When I was with Janice, you criticized her constantly, never giving her a moment's peace. When Amelia came along, you pressured her despite knowing how poor her health was. And now, you're picking fights with Elsie. Do you want me to be alone forever?"

"I... I never meant that..." Helena's voice wavered.noveldrama

"Oh, come on, Simon." Sarah scoffed. "You were the one who kicked Janice and Amelia out and chose to end things with them. What does that have to do with us? Honestly, we only acknowledged them because they were with you."

"So now, you're the victims, huh?" Elsie shot back, disbelief flashing in her eyes. "What, don't you have hands of your own? Are you completely incapable of taking care of yourselves? If that's the case, maybe you should move into an assisted living home. Why should anyone cater to you? What makes you so special?"

Helena and Sarah were left speechless by Elsie's biting words.

But Elsie wasn't done. "This company will never thrive as long as you two keep leeching off Simon and weighing him down. As long as you're here, he'll never move forward."

"You" Sarah began.

"Enough!" Simon cut her off, pointing at the door. "Get out. Go home!"

"How dare you ask your own mother to leave?" Helena's voice quivered, a mix of heartbreak and disbelief in her tone. "Fine! Do whatever you want!"

With that, she and Sarah stormed out of Legacy Twine.

Elsie pressed her fingers to her temples, the weight of the situation sinking in. "Now I understand why you've gotten nowhere."

Simon was arrogant, lacked foresight, and was weighed down by two burdens.

The idea of him achieving success—and of her ever becoming Mrs. Fitzgerald- felt like nothing more than a naive fantasy.

Elsie had once envisioned building a future with Simon, following Janic example. She was confident in her own skills and believed Simon would never

push her aside. But now, she saw just how wrong she had been.

"What did you just say?" Simon's expression darkened.

Elsie didn't even flinch. "Go on, tell me I'm wrong. You're already drowning in financial trouble, yet instead of focusing on your business, you're wasting time

picking fights and throwing money

away. A real businessman would be

analyzing the market, studying competitors, and planning his next move.

"But you? You sit here drinking tea, expecting me to handle everything. And when things go right, you pat yourself on the back like it was aff your genius at work. The truth is, you're nothing but dead weight—useless and pathetic."

With that, Elsie shook her head in disappointment and turned to leave.

Simon's eyes blazed with fury. In a flash, he lunged forward, grabbed Elsie by her hair, and yanked her back into the office. Without hesitation, he brought his fist down on her.

Elsie, however, wasn't some helpless damsel. The moment his hand swung, she grabbed a pen holder from the desk and slammed it against his head with all her strength.

Simon staggered, his grip loosening as his vision blurred for a moment.

Elsie immediately stepped back, her expression filled with scorn. "Simon, you're done: I'll make sure my father never selts you raw materials at discount again. Let's see how you crawl your way out of this. You're destined to be nothing more than a pathetic loser for the rest of your life!"