Putting a Cocky Hairdresser Who Wants to Be My Sister-in-Law in Her Place Chapter 2

Seeing this, Tiffany lunged for my phone. “You’ve already thrown your dignity out the window by being a homewrecker. What’s the point of pretending now?”

“Stop!”

During the scuffle, Tiffany pushed Harper, who was holding her stomach. Harper fell to the ground with a cry of pain.

“My stomach… it hurts…” Harper’s face turned pale as blood pooled beneath her.

“Harper! Someone, get a doctor!” I shouted, rushing to help her.

The crowd backed away, not wanting to get involved.

Thankfully, we were already at the hospital, and a nurse quickly wheeled Harper into the emergency room.

I turned to Tiffany, furious. “I already called the cops. If anything happens to Harper’s baby, you’re done.”

Tiffany collected herself and scoffed, “That’s her problem! Not like she’s some saint. The kid would’ve been a bastard anyway.”

When the police arrived, Ethan Garrison, Harper’s husband, came with them.

The first thing he asked was, “How’s the baby?”

When the doctor explained the situation, Ethan turned to Harper with a scowl. “Useless woman!” he snapped.

Meanwhile, Tiffany stood before the police with her usual arrogance. “She fell on her own. Don’t even try to pin this on me.”

Ethan stormed toward her, but when he saw her face, he froze, staring dumbly.

4

I watched Ethan’s reaction, frowning.

The officers, seeing Harper’s husband had arrived, suggested resolving the matter privately.

Noticing Ethan’s fixation on her, Tiffany’s expression shifted from disdain to faux innocence. With teary eyes and a trembling voice, she looked up at him like a fragile dove caught in the wind.

“I didn’t mean to push your wife. Please forgive me,” she pleaded.

Ethan’s expression softened immediately. “Okay… okay…”

“What?! Harper could lose her baby, and you’re forgiving her?” I demanded.

Ethan waved me off impatiently. “If the baby’s gone, that’s Harper’s fault. I’m her husband, so I get to decide. You don’t have any right to interfere.”

“You—!” I started, but Tiffany cut me off.

She grasped Ethan’s hand and murmured, “Thank you.”

Ethan’s face flushed as he squeezed her hand, his thumb grazing her skin. “No problem,” he said, leering.

I was speechless. Harper married this guy? It made sense, though. What kind of husband lets his pregnant wife come to the clinic alone?

The police, clearly uncomfortable, prepared to leave. “Her public defamation of me—surely you can press charges for that?” I asked.

One officer hesitated. “Do you have any recordings or videos? Without evidence, it’s hard to proceed.”

I sighed, wishing I’d slapped Tiffany harder earlier.

Tiffany, smirking triumphantly, threw Ethan a flirtatious glance before strutting off.

Ethan remained, staring after her, completely unaware that Harper had already been wheeled out of the operating room.

Realizing Ethan had no intention of helping Harper recover, I arranged for a reliable caregiver to assist her during her recovery.

Later, I recounted everything to Harper, urging her to consider whether Ethan was worth staying with.

The Harper I remembered from high school was bold, strong, and decisive—the kind of woman other girls aspired to be. Ethan wasn’t her match, and she definitely wasn’t the type to settle for someone like him.

I trusted she’d figure it out.

That evening, during the family dinner, I shared all of Tiffany’s antics with Ashton.

Ashton listened, stunned by the sheer drama and venom Tiffany brought into his salon. “I mean, seriously. Her attitude’s awful…”

As I finished recounting the story, I reached for my glass of water, but before I could drink it—

SPLASH!

Cold water drenched me, and I looked up to see Tiffany standing there, trembling with rage.

“You b*tch! I told you to stay away from Ashton! How dare you get close to him again?”

Everyone at the table froze in shock.

“Who is this woman? Ashton, get her out of here!” a family member finally said.

Ashton, just as stunned, stood and grabbed Tiffany’s arm to drag her out.

But Tiffany wasn’t done.

“I’m Ashton’s girlfriend! You must be his family, right? Is this some setup to marry him off? Let me tell you, Ashton already has me! And this woman you brought here? She’s nothing but a tramp. I saw her at Gynecologist earlier, probably pregnant with someone else’s kid, hoping Ashton will play stepdad!”