Chapter 4

Sienna's words dropped like a bomb into the crowd.

"Is that the eldest Hartwell daughter from three years ago? How does she have the nerve to come to a gala?"

"Exactly! If I were her, I would've been crying at home!"

"I heard after that incident, not only did her fiancé not want her, even her parents cut ties with her."

"I think in the end Mr. Sawyer married her. Tsk tsk, what a sucker."

"Mr. Sawyer is just too nice. Not only did he rescue her, but he was willing to take on this hot potato. Unbelievable."

The surrounding gossip came one sentence after another.

The smugness in Sienna's eyes grew more obvious, as if waiting to see me unable to accept this and cry in breakdown.

But she was destined not to see it.

I had broken down many times over this matter.

But I wasn't the one in the wrong.

The person who should break down, who should suffer, wasn't me either.

Why should all the mistakes, all the pain, be borne by me?

"I stopped caring a long time ago."

"Someone who can easily abandon his fiancée will probably abandon his wife just as easily in the future."

"I should thank you for being generous enough to take on secondhand goods."

The moment my words fell, the noise instantly disappeared.

Sienna and the other two looked at me in shock.

After all, this was the first time I had said something so sharp.

From a distance came a cold snort.

"Married to a rich man, and now you've got the confidence to talk back. Elara, you're really heartless. Three years and you haven't come home to see us once."

Mom and Dad walked over shoulder to shoulder, standing beside Sienna.

Father frowned at me and said coldly:

"Is this how we taught you to speak to your sister?"

"Apologize to Sienna right now!"

Sienna raised her chin slightly to look at me, her eyes full of smugness.

Vincent blocked me, saying softly:

"Elara hasn't attended a gala in a long time. She just misspoke. I apologize on her behalf."

Vincent's action seemed kind.

But it firmly nailed me to the position of being in the wrong.

Frankly speaking, he never thought I was innocent.

Whether three years ago or now, it was all the same.

This farce ended with Vincent's apology.

He followed behind Mom and Dad with Ethan, chatting with guests about work.

I found it boring and got up to go to the restroom on the second floor.

But when I came out, Sienna blocked my way.

Half her face was hidden in darkness, unclear.

But I could hear the mockery and contempt in her tone.

"Elara, I didn't expect that after three years, you're still so pitiful."

"Mom and Dad didn't want you back then, and now even your husband doesn't stand by your side."

I pressed my lips together and said coldly:

"Sienna, I never offended you."

"So what? I'm going to take everything that belongs to you."

"Elara, everything you have belongs to me."

"Ethan is mine, and Vincent can only belong to me."

After dropping this final sentence, Sienna leaned against the railing.

A crisp sound rang out as her body flew out like a butterfly.

A second later, she fell heavily to the ground.

Amid screams, I locked eyes with Vincent downstairs...