Chapter 172: Chapter 172: Sister, How Can You Be So Cruel to Him

Fiona Vaughn stared at the figure on stage being relentlessly interrogated by reporters, and the malice in her eyes was almost impossible to hide!

Ha, does Cecilia really think things will end smoothly and peacefully for her?!

If you want to take even a little dowry from the Vaughn Family, of course you have to pay a price!

Trash like Cecilia—when the time comes, just boot her out with two dismissive words and she’s gone from the family!

—Just wait for Cecilia to step off stage. Father’s going to announce that all the shares of Radiant Group that used to belong to her will now be transferred to me. That’s not just a couple billion!

The more Fiona thought about it, the more pleased she became. She glanced across the stage, and a flash of jealousy shot through her beautiful eyes so quickly it was almost imperceptible.

—Cecilia Vaughn, no matter how glamorous you’re dressed today, at the end of the day, you’re just a Cinderella in a Princess’s gown. When midnight strikes, you’ll turn right back into a pitiful nobody!

No way. Later, she’s definitely going to rip that dress right off Cecilia!

Scum like her doesn’t deserve a dress so stunning. If it were on her instead, she’d outshine Cecilia a hundredfold!

To this day, Fiona still can’t get over people saying Cecilia is prettier than her.

...

At that moment, the high stage at the hotel was jam-packed, and even under the reporters’ barrage of questions, Cecilia Vaughn remained as calm as ever.

She’d long seen through Fiona Vaughn’s traps—she was just going with the flow, playing along with their game.

But being hit with accusations of cheating right after getting engaged and of having an abortion just after turning eighteen—Cecilia had to admit, Fiona’s ability to fabricate out of thin air was really impressive!

She gazed from a distance at that fragile and radiant figure, the corner of her mouth lifting with a trace of mockery.

How truly laughable—

The mass of reporters, like bees to honey, instantly began to criticize Cecilia’s smile.

"Eldest Miss Vaughn, do you have absolutely no sense of shame left? To have your out-of-wedlock abortion exposed—do you really find it funny? How dare you even smile!"

"Exactly! Eldest Miss Vaughn, after all those years reading the classics, you still have no decency at all!"

"To think you used to be Stellerton’s top student at the college entrance exam. Your character is completely unworthy of your abilities—utterly disgusting!"

...

Tyson Law clenched his fists tight. He completely didn’t expect Cecilia Vaughn would describe his and Fiona’s relationship like that. He should have been happy to shake off the label of jerk boyfriend, yet watching Cecilia get bombarded by the press made him feel as if a stone was pressing down on his heart.

Tyson couldn’t explain the bit of guilt inside him—he wanted to rush up there, pull Cecilia out of the chaos, but even quicker, a slim and delicate figure stepped in front of him to defend him!

"Sis, how could you do something so shameful?"

With teary eyes, Fiona Vaughn’s voice overflowed with accusation and righteous indignation.

"Even if you say there’s nothing between you and Tyson, you grew up together for over a decade as childhood sweethearts. How could you trample all over his feelings?"

"You know exactly how Tyson has always treated you. Even if he only saw you as a little sister, he still truly cared about you!"

"He’s always protected you, but you still cheated and hurt him, you even got pregnant with another man’s child! You’re too cruel—"

By the end, Fiona was already sobbing, a delicate beauty made of tears. She leaned weak and innocent against Tyson Law’s chest. With her look of grief and indignation, anyone would feel a touch of pity for her.

Tyson, out of instinct, hugged Fiona Vaughn, but his heart suddenly sank.

He looked at Cecilia Vaughn besieged by reporters, his thin lips trembling as if he wanted to speak for her, but in the end swallowed everything he wanted to say.

He had to take his own side. Now that things were like this, he couldn’t let it escalate any further...

Cecilia had suffered so much for him and Fiona today. He would make it up to her afterwards.

He tried to comfort himself, though for some reason, a strange sense of loss slowly crept over him.

...

Cecilia Vaughn glanced indifferently at Tyson Law’s conflicted face.

Guilt? How dare Tyson Law even act guilty?

Their duet—he and Fiona acting in sync—was forcing her into a dead end. What was the use of pretending now?!

And as the reporters below heard Fiona’s tear-choked accusations, the way they looked at Cecilia Vaughn turned even nastier. Question after sharp question rained down on her like a storm.

"Eldest Miss Vaughn, please explain—how do you still have the nerve to stand here?"

"Your engagement party with the Second Young Master Law was the summer after college entrance exams. If you aborted just after turning eighteen, then were you messing around while still a high schooler?"

"Eldest Miss Vaughn, you wronged the Second Young Master Law, killed an innocent child, and now you’ve dragged Tyson Law and Miss Fiona’s names through the mud, getting them called a jerk and a mistress. Don’t you feel the least bit guilty?"

Their relentless grilling grew more and more vicious, as if they wanted to nail Cecilia Vaughn to a pillar of shame forever.

Everyone thought Cecilia would panic and flee, or maybe break down and bawl on the spot, but Cecilia didn’t even flinch!

She lifted her gaze lightly, her voice cold as ice.

"When did I ever say Fiona Vaughn wasn’t the mistress? When did I ever say Tyson Law wasn’t a jerk?"

???

Everyone stared at Cecilia Vaughn, completely stunned. They couldn’t believe she’d say that.

A quick-on-the-uptake reporter frowned and pushed back,

"Didn’t you just say that there was no love between you and the Second Young Master Law, and that he and Fiona were meant to be together, true love?"

Cecilia Vaughn nodded.

"That’s right."

A flicker of sarcasm flashed in her eyes.

"Tyson Law paid her a million to break her contract, started Thousand-Thread Studio in her name, got My Beloved magazine to invite her for a solo cover shoot, and got Director Warner to offer her a female lead role. If that’s not true love, what is?"

Once again, everyone was dumbfounded.

Isn’t Fiona Vaughn ASC Television’s leading lady?

Why is she suddenly going solo?

They hadn’t heard a word about this... but Cecilia sounded so convincing!

And it was true—the editor-in-chief Rosie of My Beloved and Director Warner were both here at the engagement party!

Fiona Vaughn’s face was stiff with embarrassment. She was originally going to announce her new studio after Cecilia left the stage, but that little bitch Cecilia just ruined everything!

She snuggled coyly into Tyson Law’s arms, a shy smile on her face.

"It’s true, Tyson has done so much for me. The studio, the magazine shoot, and Director Warner’s movie offer are all real."

In a flash, the crowd exploded.

All the women looked at Fiona with green-eyed envy—Second Young Master Law definitely loved her!

...

Just as everyone was sighing over Fiona’s good fortune, Cecilia Vaughn’s smile deepened at the corners of her lips.

A scumbag and a bitch—what a passionate couple, right?

With a graceful wave of her hand, she seemed to casually press a crystal button on the hotel stage.

The huge projection screen, dark until now, suddenly lit up in a flash!

In an instant, everyone’s attention was snared, and cries of shock rippled through the crowd!

"Look—what’s that playing up there?"