The Bigshot Married Himself to the Heiress-Chapter 543 - 544: Everyone Shouts to Fight (2)

"Yes, I may not be as beautiful as you, or have as good a figure, but so what? At least I’m all-natural, unaltered. You’re nothing more than a product churned out by a Kandara plastic surgery assembly line. You really think we don’t know you went to Kandara for plastic surgery? Look at that face of yours—it’s like a silicone mask. Do you even dare to laugh out loud like we do? Your nose, your eyes, your chest, your butt—is there any part of you that *hasn’t* gone under the knife?"

Arianne continued, "What are you so smug about? If I wanted plastic surgery, with my financial resources, I could certainly get better results than you. I just disdain the idea. Arguing with a bitch like you, who only gets by on her looks, is beneath my dignity. Do you really think my husband would marry you? He’s just toying with you. You’re no different from those tramps who’ll sleep with anyone for a bit of money."

Yvette Harris recognized the woman confronting her. It was Arianne, the incredibly wealthy only daughter of the coal tycoon. The other woman was Pauline Briggs, but the husband she had married was a far cry from Dexter Johnson.

Yvette Harris retorted, "Believe it or not, I can make your husband divorce you!"

"Fine, go ahead and make him divorce me. Want to call him right now?" Arianne shot back, not the least bit intimidated by Yvette Harris.

Pauline Briggs chimed in, "Arianne, why waste your breath on a woman like her? Just leak the records of her plastic surgery! I’d love to see if those men who slept with her will puke up last night’s dinner when they find out what she originally looked like!"

Yvette Harris had indeed undergone plastic surgery. She had done it discreetly and never imagined this old scandal would be unearthed. "What nonsense are you spouting?" she shrieked. "You’re the one who had plastic surgery! Your whole family had plastic surgery! I’ve never had any work done. I was born looking like this! You’re just jealous, so you’re slandering me!"

Another woman stepped out from the crowd of customers, her expression filled with disgust as she looked at Yvette Harris. Sienna Johnson thought to herself that she had truly underestimated Yvette’s talent for infuriating people. Just how many women in all of Sileria City had Yvette Harris managed to offend? She was practically the public enemy of womankind.

"Mom, let’s go," Sienna Johnson said.

The rest of this drama was hardly worth watching.

"Sienna, I’m so sorry! I deserve to die!" Pauline Briggs cried out.

As she spoke, her heart ached as if a piece of it had been gouged out, and tears instantly welled in her eyes. She had lived such a sheltered life, like a flower in a greenhouse; she had never hit anyone, cursed at anyone, or even argued with anyone in her entire life. Today, however, she had acted like a common shrew, not only cursing but also striking someone. Yet, she didn’t regret it in the slightest. If anything, she regretted not hitting harder. The fury and resentment she felt toward Yvette Harris, the heartache and remorse for her daughter, the disdain and contempt for her own foolishness—all these emotions surged through her. It was as if all the unprecedented pain and bitterness of her life had accumulated in this one moment, tormenting her profoundly.

"It’s all in the past now..." Sienna Johnson gently consoled her.

"I can’t let it go, I can’t!" Pauline wept. "I deserve to die! You shouldn’t have saved me. You should have just let me die!"

One of the wealthy shoppers chimed in, "Madam Johnson, please don’t be so distressed. Your hardships are over, and better days are here; you should cherish this. Now that your daughter has finally returned to your side, if you truly feel you’ve wronged her, shouldn’t you focus on making it up to her and showering her with love?"

Sienna Johnson quickly agreed, "Yes, Mom, if you truly feel sorry for me, then you need to live well. If you were to die, I’d become an orphan with no parents at all. I really don’t want to be an orphan again."

Samara also pleaded, "Mom, please don’t try to kill yourself anymore. None of this is your fault. It’s the fault of that Yvette Harris and her daughter, Sabrina Johnson! If anyone deserves to die, it’s them!"

"I won’t die, I won’t die!" Pauline declared, her voice firmer. "You’re all right. I need to live well, repent for my mistakes, and make up for the harm I’ve caused my daughter."

Sienna Johnson smiled faintly; her mother’s performance today had been quite commendable. Even when pushed to the extreme, Pauline hadn’t resorted to any vulgar curses unbecoming of her. To the onlookers, the sight of such a gentle, mild-mannered woman being bullied to her breaking point was pitiable. It naturally evoked their sympathy for Pauline and, conversely, their disdain and loathing for a treacherous villain like Yvette Harris.

Sienna Johnson leaned close and whispered in her mother’s ear, "Mom, you did wonderfully today!"

Pauline Briggs was still lost in her sorrow, and her daughter’s sudden, unexpected praise momentarily caught her off guard.

"Let’s go home," Sienna said.

Overall, her mother’s handling of the crisis, though perhaps not deliberate, was far more dignified than anything Yvette Harris could manage. For years, Yvette had painstakingly tried to cultivate the image of an elegant socialite. But that spectacle just now—collapsing onto the floor and wailing like a common shrew—had utterly demolished the facade she had worked so hard to maintain. Indeed, some people could put on airs all they wanted, but they would never truly possess an ounce of class.

Before leaving, Sienna Johnson walked over to Yvette Harris. Lowering her voice to a level only the two of them could hear, she warned menacingly, "Yvette Harris, your daughter must be very lonely in prison all by herself. Don’t worry, I’ll arrange for you to join her there very soon."

Yvette Harris froze, momentarily stunned.

Then, raising her voice slightly for others to hear, Sienna said, "Mom, let’s go. Grandma is waiting for us at home." She added, as if an afterthought, "If we linger, with Mrs. Harris carrying on like it’s a matter of life and death, people who don’t know any better might think *we’re* the ones bullying *her*."

This was a far cry from the sharp, cold demeanor Sienna had displayed moments before when speaking privately to Yvette. In public, she had already retracted that piercing aura, her expression now one of faint sorrow, tinged with a helpless look one might adopt when dealing with an unreasonable person.

"Sienna," Pauline lamented, her voice thick with emotion once they were in the car, "I just can’t swallow this. You are the rightful Miss of our Johnson family, yet your place was stolen by that... that spawn of hers! You’ve endured so much hardship, while she, the main culprit, continues to live so freely. How can I ever be at peace with that?"

"Mom, we have to try and look on the bright side," Sienna said gently. "At least Yvette Harris only dumped me in an orphanage. She didn’t sell me into prostitution. If she had... who knows what would have become of me by now."

Her words were indeed heart-wrenching to hear.

Pauline Briggs dissolved into tears once more.

What should have been a pleasant shopping trip had been utterly ruined by Yvette Harris. Pauline Briggs remained mired in her sorrow, seemingly unable to pull herself out of it.

Sienna Johnson was genuinely worried that her mother wouldn’t be able to move past this and might do something drastic again once they got home. If Pauline attempted suicide one more time, Sienna knew the Briggs family would be absolutely furious with her, perhaps even blame her.

So, Sienna had no choice but to stay out with her mother, trying to distract her and coax a smile back onto her face. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Finally, despite her own aversion, Sienna Johnson even changed into a baby pink dress. Only then did Pauline Briggs finally manage a watery smile through her tears.

"Sister, you look so beautiful!" Samara exclaimed.

Sienna Johnson had fair skin and could actually pull off almost any color. However, she truly disliked this particular shade. She felt it was too juvenile, too cutesy. And more importantly... it was Sabrina Johnson’s favorite color, a fact that always rubbed her the wrong way.

"Go change into something else!" Pauline Briggs said suddenly, her eyes on the baby pink dress her daughter was wearing.

Sienna Johnson hadn’t expected that. "Why? Didn’t you say you liked me in this color?"

"You were right," Pauline said, a new understanding in her eyes. "This color really doesn’t suit you."