Chapter 50: Chapter 50: The Evil Flower Blooming in Hell

Cecilia was captivated by the pearl necklace that once belonged to her mother, leaving her defenseless for a moment.

By the time she realized something was wrong, it was already too late.

Having survived three years in prison, Cecilia’s body reacted faster than her mind. She instinctively stepped back, raising her arm across her chest.

"Hiss—"

But in a flash, a searing, blazing pain shot through her arm. Scalding hot water ate into her delicate skin, leaving her jade-white arm swollen and red beyond recognition!

She was lucky—at least a little. Today Cecilia wore a long-sleeved dress; though it offered little protection, it still absorbed some of the damage.

Some hot water splattered elsewhere, hitting Cecilia’s flawless face, but that was a far cry from the burn on her arm.

...

Boiling water! It was actually boiling water!

Cecilia sucked in a cold breath. The sharp pain nearly forced a scream out of her, but she gritted her teeth and held it in.

Florence Warner, standing before her, looked a bit regretful that she hadn’t disfigured Cecilia entirely. But seeing the battered arm, her face was triumphant, smug.

"Ha! Trying to fight me? You’re still way too green!"

Hearing Florence’s petty, victorious tone, Cecilia’s almond eyes darkened, suddenly as cold as ice.

Cecilia didn’t say a word. Instead, she glanced at the hot water pot Florence had set aside—Florence had splashed only half; the rest was still inside!

If others don’t mess with me, I won’t mess with them. Cecilia was never the kind to swallow humiliation and bow her head!

Three years in prison had taught her how to protect herself—with her fists!

"Ms. Warner, you’re celebrating a little too early!"

Cecilia gave a cold smile, and suddenly used a grappling move to pin Florence’s arms. Though Cecilia’s frame was slender, all her strength was precise and sharp. Florence, a pampered socialite, was no match at all.

Florence jumped in fright, immediately recalling the last lesson she got at Stellerton Naturopathic Hospital.

"You little bitch! What are you doing? Let me go!"

Cecilia’s anger only made her smile. Her pretty almond eyes were icy to the core.

"Since Ms. Warner loves to splash hot water so much, why not let you find out what it’s like to lose your looks!"

No!

Florence was completely terrified, her carefully made-up face twisted in panic,

"Cecilia! Are you insane? I’m your stepmother!"

This little bitch actually wanted to ruin her face!

Impossible!

...

Cecilia’s eyes narrowed slightly; the terror on the woman’s face didn’t move her at all.

This was nothing more than returning her actions in kind!

Calmly, Cecilia held Florence’s arm with one hand, then effortlessly grabbed the hot kettle nearby and poured it straight onto Florence’s head!

"Ah! My face!"

"Cecilia, let go of me!"

"Wah wah wah! Butler Sinclair! Save me! Help me——"

Steam billowed from the boiling water, filling the air with white mist, while the middle-aged woman’s shrill, miserable screams rang through the entire house!

...

Uncle Sinclair, the servant, was frightened out of his wits by this explosive scene. He had wanted to break up the fight earlier, but who could have guessed things would escalate this far!

Florence Warner had brought it on herself, but seeing the once gentle, meek young lady turned so savage, Uncle Sinclair was utterly dumbstruck.

No matter what, Florence was the current mistress of the Vaughn Residence!

Young lady’s methods are way too ruthless!

"Miss..."

Uncle Sinclair feebly tried to stop the chaos, but Cecilia’s icy glare silenced him instantly!

When did Miss become so domineering!

Worried that someone might actually die today, Uncle Sinclair hurried upstairs to find Fiona Vaughn, who was still applying her face mask, for help.

In fact, Fiona had already heard the screams from downstairs. Her nerves shot through her, and she bumped right into the panicking Uncle Sinclair.

Uncle Sinclair was alarmed!

"Miss Fiona! Please go persuade the young miss! If this keeps up, something terrible will happen!"

...

Fiona nodded quickly, and rushed downstairs for the living room.

When she saw the horror unfolding in the lounge, her heart leapt in shock!

Oh my god!

"Cecilia! What are you doing, stop this right now!"

Hearing the angry, girlish command, Cecilia lazily looked up and glanced at Fiona, who had just finished her face mask.

"What am I doing? Isn’t this exactly what your mother taught me?"

Cecilia’s lips curled in a mocking arc, somewhere between a smile and a sneer.

With what she was doing right now, she was like a seductive flower blooming in hell.

Demonic. Stunning.

...

Too terrifying!

Is Cecilia even human anymore?!

For the first time, Fiona thought her cheap sister had truly transformed—she was a ferocious beast who’d eat you alive and spit out your bones!

"Cecilia, stop! Aren’t you afraid Dad will retaliate if he finds out?!"

Florence, unable to open her eyes from the burns, was both thrilled and aggrieved when her daughter arrived. She hated Cecilia to the bone, but could only keep screaming.

"Fiona! Help me!"

"Ah! This lunatic Cecilia!"

"It’s burning! Murder!"

Florence’s screams only made Cecilia’s icy smile more chilling.

She gripped the kettle in one hand and dumped the rest of the hot water onto Florence’s body without hesitation!

...

"God! Stop pouring!"

"It burns! ——"

Florence collapsed in agony, wishing she could roll on the ground a few more times, but she didn’t have the strength left even for that!

That damned bitch—when she gets her chance, she’ll make Cecilia wish she were dead!

Despite her hatred, a deep-rooted fear was spreading through her bones.

...

Fiona stared blankly, cold chills spreading from the soles of her feet. She froze for several seconds before finally rushing over to support the burned Florence.

Especially her cheeks.

Florence’s face was ruined beyond repair.

Red and swollen, full of blisters.

She was her birth mother, after all; Fiona’s heart still ached for her.

She shot Cecilia a venomous glare.

"Cecilia, you’ll get what’s coming to you!"

...

Cecilia watched the mother and daughter huddled together, her voice pleasant and icy, like gems dropping into a porcelain cup—beautiful and biting.

"Retribution?"

"Fiona, when you and your mother plotted against my brother, did you ever think you’d face consequences?"

...

Fiona’s heart trembled, her arms instinctively tightening around Florence.

She thought she’d hidden it perfectly—how did Cecilia know?

Still, Fiona toughened up on the outside.

"What plotting? I don’t understand you at all!"

"My mom and I haven’t visited Evan recently. Cecilia, stop spouting nonsense!"