Cecilia Vaughn slapped with great force, and in an instant, Fiona Vaughn’s delicate and fragile face split in two. Her left cheek was completely swollen.

"Ah, my face—"

Fiona’s skin was already very fair, and at this moment, the bright red handprint on her cheek was glaringly conspicuous.

Everyone was dumbfounded, staring at this farce. No one expected Cecilia to hit so hard, completely disregarding that today was her stepsister’s engagement party, and she directly slapped her!

Even Fiona herself didn’t anticipate that Cecilia, who had never laid a hand on her before, would actually hit her in public!

...

The left side of her face was burning with pain, and there was a metallic taste at the corner of her mouth. Fiona didn’t need a mirror to know her face was probably swollen like a pig’s head!

She had always cherished her looks, but Cecilia actually dared to slap her face. She felt a surge of anger, yet her face was full of disbelief, and tears fell drop by drop, as if ready to fall but refusing to.

"Sister, how could you hit me, tearing your dress wasn’t intentional..."

"In your eyes, am I always at fault no matter what I do? Sister, do you hate me that much?"

Fiona reached up to cover her left cheek, swollen and high, exposing only the right side of her face which was as white as snow, looking extremely pitiful.

Tyson Law was also stunned. It was only at this moment that he suddenly reacted, stepping forward quickly to carefully embrace Fiona.

"Fiona, are you alright?"

Fiona looked up, her eyes brimming with tears, her beautiful eyes already red.

"Tyson, I was really scared just now, scared I would never see you again."

As Fiona spoke, her body burrowed towards Tyson like a frightened little pet, as if eagerly seeking a safe haven.

In this way, she was clearly seeking everyone’s sympathy. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Sure enough, whispers of discussion began to surface around them.

"That Vaughn Family eldest daughter is too much, even if her sister snatched The Second Young Master Law, doesn’t she already have The Eldest Young Master Law?"

"Right, she’s being unforgiving, terribly small-minded, and purposely chose her own sister’s engagement day to slap her!"

"Alas, too vengeful, a snake-hearted beauty! If both she and Fiona marry into the Law Family, they’ll all be one family later. Cecilia Vaughn hitting her like this, no matter how pretty she is, it disgraces both the Law and Vaughn families, completely lacking a sense of the bigger picture!"

...

Hearing those around start speaking for her, Fiona couldn’t help but slightly raise the corners of her lips. She quickly lowered her head again, not letting anyone see the glee in her eyes.

But her soft, boneless body trembled all the more.

Tyson, only thinking Fiona was frightened, tenderly caressed Fiona’s left cheek, swollen like a bun, then turned around and glared angrily at Cecilia Vaughn.

"Cecilia, you’ve gone too far today! Do you even regard Fiona as your sister?"

"You knew today was our auspicious day, why did you have to provoke things right now?"

Hearing Tyson’s questioning, Cecilia stood straight.

"I’m the one going too far?"

She raised an eyebrow, a mocking smile on her lips.

"Tyson Law, when you teamed up with your good fiancée to slander my mother, did you ever think about whether you were going too far?"

...

Facing Cecilia’s icy and penetrating gaze, Tyson inexplicably felt short of breath.

His lips hesitated a couple of times, finally defending himself rather weakly.

"The issue with Aunt Sutton, we were just discussing it; those photos aren’t fake, Cecilia, no matter what, you shouldn’t take it out on Fiona!"

As Tyson spoke, he looked complexly at the man steadfastly standing beside Cecilia, unable to discern if it was bitterness or jealousy.

"Brother... since you say you and Cecilia are a couple, now Cecilia is acting like a shrew, shouldn’t you control her from hitting your sister-in-law?"

And Fiona, who had been lowering her head and trembling all the while, also raised her head. Her eyes were full of tears as she looked towards Adrian Law as if she had found a savior.

"Mr. Law, though it’s our first meeting, you’re known for being upright. You’ll give Fiona justice, right?"

Hearing this, Adrian, with his languid yet noble eyes, gave Fiona a glance. Fiona quickly put on a flattering yet pitiful smile.

"Today’s issue indeed needs to be made right."

Fiona felt a burst of joy inside.

However, in just a moment, Adrian turned his head, gently raised Cecilia’s hand with his elegant fingers, and publicly showed affection.

"Cecilia, you used quite a bit of strength just now, are you tired?"

"In the future, leave such rough work to Wyatt. Your hands are so delicate, others’ skin is thick and rough. What if you hurt yourself?"

Wyatt, who had been standing quietly on the side, quickly nodded.

"Yes, Young Madam, such trivial matters shouldn’t require you to handle personally."

Those who heard this were practically shocked beyond belief!

—The Eldest Young Master Law, rather than showing love, was executing public displays of affection to the extreme!

And Fiona was also filled with fury. Under the gaze of everyone, Adrian Law was protecting his girl to this extent, even mocking her for having thick and rough skin!

"Tyson, I..."

The grievance in her words almost overflowed.

Tyson Law was raging, his voice filled with scornful indignation.

"Brother, how can you be so indiscriminately protective! Didn’t you say Fiona deserved justice?"

"Indeed, this matter does call for justice."

Adrian Law gave Fiona a cold and indifferent look, his exquisite features full of apathy.

"Second Miss Vaughn, you tore my wife’s dress today; everyone saw it, will you compensate or not?"

...

Now the situation had escalated to brothers fighting over women, and Adrian Law was still concerned about compensation for a dress?

Wasn’t this making a big fuss over a small issue?

And Fiona, grievance filling her voice, couldn’t stop crying.

"Mr. Law... if this is your idea of justice, then I will compensate for that dress."

Tyson couldn’t stand his fiancée being so casually dismissed, immediately proclaiming with pride.

"Fiona, don’t cry; it’s just a dress, right? I can afford to pay for ten of them!"

"Is that so? There’s no need for ten, lest others say I’m being unjust."

Adrian’s noble face flashed a trace of mockery as he nonchalantly dusted his sleeve.

"That gown was a piece by Master Walter Sinclair, made with Sunset Veil from The Myrian Wilds, and features the lost Tang Dynasty craft of double-sided brocade silk. If you can offer one exactly the same, I’ll say no more today."

"Or, you could just compensate on the spot; I won’t ask for more than one thousand or so million..."

A dress valued at more than a thousand million?

In an instant, the whole crowd was shocked, and everyone fell silent...