Chapter 51: Chapter 51: You’re a Calamity Star!

Fiona Vaughn’s beautiful eyes widened, looking innocent and forthright.

If it were anyone else, they might really be fooled by her expression into thinking someone else had wronged her.

However, Cecilia Vaughn knew better; this delicate beauty before her was a complete white lotus.

"Fiona Vaughn, if you don’t want people to know, don’t do it yourself!"

...

That year, after Cecilia Vaughn’s mother passed away, her worthless father Gregory Vaughn brought Florence Warner and her daughter over.

Fiona had a knack for acting; she especially loved to play the bullied victim, often shedding crocodile tears to gain sympathy.

Sometimes Fiona’s school uniform was intentionally shortened, yet scraps of fabric could be found in Cecilia’s room’s trash can.

Sometimes Fiona’s newly bought dress was marked by crayons and paint, with the tools of the crime found in Cecilia’s room.

Once, a straw doll with Fiona’s name, found stabbed beyond recognition, was discovered in Cecilia’s wardrobe!

No one believed these things were Fiona’s doings to frame others; with a pitiful look and a couple of tears, saying, "I’m afraid of sister," she’d get off scot-free.

In that nightmarish experience, Cecilia didn’t know how many slaps she took from Gregory Vaughn or how many cold stares...

Fiona had Gregory wrapped around her finger, while Cecilia had to swallow her pride for her brother Evan Vaughn’s illness.

She was still in middle school and couldn’t afford money to treat her brother’s heart condition.

Enduring and enduring only brought Fiona and her mother to take inch after inch until Cecilia was framed and sent to prison.

...

Reflecting on the past, Cecilia’s smile became cold and harsh.

This smile was terrifying!

Fiona’s brows furrowed slightly, still stubbornly refusing to admit guilt.

"Sister, I really don’t know what you’re talking about. Is Evan’s heart condition flaring up again?"

She looked pitiably wide-eyed, tears on the verge of falling, making others almost soften, but certainly not Cecilia.

Fiona wasn’t afraid, always being meticulous; even the person she hired to poison the nurse was a random hire, leaving no evidence!

...

Gazing at Fiona’s seemingly pitiful face, there was not a trace of change in Cecilia’s heart,

Her expression cold and indifferent.

"Fiona Vaughn, entering the entertainment industry really suits your Oscar-worthy talents."

Fiona’s face turned pale instantly; this was mocking her as a born actress?!

Florence Warner, having cried dryly and unable to take it, clutched her face painfully, her expression sweeping venomously over Cecilia’s plum blossom birthmark on her left wrist.

"Ha! Cecilia Vaughn, you’re just a jinx, bringing bad luck to those around you!"

"Look at that plum blossom birthmark of yours; ordinary people don’t have such a mark!"

"Clearly, you’re cursed; your grandfather died young, your mother passed away, now it’s your unlucky brother’s turn!"

In her view, it would be best if Cecilia and her sickly brother both died!

...

Curse of the lonely star?!

Cecilia casually glanced at the plum blossom birthmark on her left wrist, surprised it was the first time someone explained it that way.

But Cecilia didn’t care.

She coldly looked at Florence and Fiona, her voice firm.

"Fiona Vaughn, you’d better behave; if anything happens to my brother, I won’t let you off!"

She had nothing to lose now, only a few people she cared about, who she wouldn’t let a finger be laid on by these scumbags!

After leaving those words, Cecilia turned and walked out of the Vaughn Family mansion without looking back!

The burn on her arm was still untreated, and hot water had splashed on her face.

If she wasted more time with these awful mother and daughter, scars might remain, which would be too costly.

...

Watching Cecilia turn and walk away so casually, bitterness and hatred twisted Florence’s already swollen face!

"I must kill that little bitch!"

"No, killing her would be too easy; first ruin her face, then have her violated a hundred times, see how arrogant she gets! Ow—"

Her face hurt again!

Florence cursed angrily, yet the pain on her cheek was unbearable.

"Fiona, I can’t take it, quickly take me to the hospital!"

She hurriedly ran her hand over her uneven cheeks, fear gripping her heart.

Could that little bitch really have caused her face to be ruined?!

She had only managed to cling to Gregory Vaughn back at the foot massage parlor because she had some semblance of beauty; now, if her face was ruined, what if Gregory went and cheated?!

Florence’s hatred for Cecilia grew even deeper.

...

Elsewhere, Cecilia walked directly down the mountain.

Even though she was stunningly beautiful, right now her dress was drenched, looking rather pathetic, especially with her arm burnt, drawing many people’s attention.

However, Cecilia seemed unfazed, walking straight ahead without a second glance.

——Her time in prison had given her a psychological strength unmatched by most, adversities being the best stepping stone for growth.

She had previously texted Adrian Law that she was done, so once she got down the mountain, she saw his dazzling Bugatti Veyron.

Adrian quickly noticed her through his rearview mirror.

He immediately got out of the car, and his always strikingly handsome face turned ominously grim the moment he reached Cecilia.

"How did you manage to get yourself into such a state?!"

It had only been just over an hour since they last met, and Cecilia’s arm was already red and swollen, some parts even sticking to her sleeve, completely unbearable to look at!

...

Seeing Adrian’s grim expression, a wave of warmth swept through Cecilia’s previously weary heart.

Not wanting Adrian to worry too much, she forced a smile.

"It’s fine, even though I seem quite injured, Florence didn’t get anything out of me; I’m afraid her face won’t be presentable anymore."

Adrian had no time to worry about anyone else, his heart aching as he wanted to touch Cecilia’s arm, but fearing infection, he gently rolled up her sleeve.

"Does it hurt?"

"It’s... it’s okay."

Cecilia’s eyebrows furrowed; claiming it didn’t hurt would be a lie, but she had suffered worse and was used to it.

Adrian paused for half a second before scooping Cecilia up in his arms, ignoring the public setting, placing her directly in the car.

"Wyatt, drive to Prescott Hospital as fast as you can!"

"Got it!"

After a moment of thought, a flash of anger passed through Adrian’s eyes.

"Inform all Stellerton hospitals to refuse anyone from the Vaughn Family, and pharmacies to ban all sales to them as well!"

For injuring Cecilia’s arm, he’d ensure Florence Warner’s face would never be seen again!