Chapter 372: The Adulterous Vixen
The young girl had a face as exquisite as an immortal, her voice was equally beautiful, yet every word she uttered exuded a dense aura of killing intent and violence.
"Ha, letting you die would be too easy, right?"
Cecilia looked down at the other person, as Winston Zane gazed at her slender and delicate form, feeling instantly suffocated.
"Ye... Eldest Miss Vaughn... Wuwuwu, I beg you, I truly was just a small player; I was blinded by greed when I harmed you, it was me who had no scruples, please, it’s been so long since then, can’t we just let it go?"
"Let it go?"
Cecilia took a deep breath, her face was expressionless, her almond-shaped eyes seemed to hide an endless frost and chill.
"There are many ways to make someone wish they were dead; do you want to spend your life in jail, or be humiliated by a group of men, huh..."
Winston Zane imagined that scene in his mind, and immediately fell silent.
He wept bitterly, banging his head on the rooftop floor, his mouth already had that rusty taste of blood.
"No... please don’t... I beg you... Eldest Miss Vaughn..."
Cecilia slowly observed every trace of fear on Winston Zane’s face. She should have felt delighted, yet her heart was filled with immeasurable desolation and sorrow.
What would punishing him accomplish?
The three years she spent in jail, nearly being assaulted by a malicious prison bully, being choked and slammed against the prison wall, being locked in solitary for three days without a drop of hot water...
So many dark memories, can they be treated as if nothing ever happened?
The three most beautiful and brilliant years of her life turned to dust in the air, no, even more despised than dust...
Cecilia’s eyes were like a cool, sharp blade, invisibly grazing over every inch of Winston Zane.
"You, want to live?"
The man, tied with nylon rope and five flowers tightly bound, cried even harder, snot and tears streaming, as if he had gone mad, banging his head to the ground.
"Yes! I want to live, Eldest Miss Vaughn, I’ll do whatever you ask."
Cecilia slowly leaned into Adrian Law’s embrace, she waved her hand somewhat indifferently.
"I’ll leave it all to the law to handle."
"I... I don’t want to spend my life in jail..."
Winston Zane’s mouth opened wide, still panicking, wanting to continue pleading.
He knew that with Adrian Law and Cecilia Vaughn’s current status, crushing a small pest like himself would be all too easy.
...
Just as Winston Zane was feeling panicked, the young girl’s leisurely voice descended from above.
"Want to reduce your sentence? Confession brings leniency, resistance brings severity."
Winston Zane was stunned for a moment, initially not understanding Cecilia’s meaning, but suddenly comprehended something.
"Eldest Miss Vaughn, do you mean you want me to testify for you? To act as a witness in court to accuse Fiona Vaughn?"
"But... but at the time, I never saw the true face of the woman who contacted me, I’m afraid it can’t constitute strong enough evidence."
Cecilia just smiled, neither nodding nor shaking her head.
"You just need to tell the truth, there’s no need to present false evidence for me, I’ll find the other clues myself."
"..."
Fiona Vaughn is officially The Second Young Master Law’s wife, and their wedding is scheduled for the end of this month. Are they really going to stir up trouble at this delicate moment, isn’t that asking for trouble?
The Eldest Young Master Law is not easy to provoke, but The Second Young Master Law... is not someone he can afford to offend either.
If he made one wrong move, Fiona Vaughn herself might kill him out of guilty conscience.
Thinking of this, Winston Zane’s face turned deathly pale.
...
Cecilia seeing Winston Zane’s timid and reluctant demeanor, only found it ridiculous in her heart.
"What, are you afraid?"
Winston Zane’s lips quivered slightly.
"I... but The Second Young Master Law’s side... I’m afraid they will..."
Wyatt Law, hearing this, disdainfully crossed his arms.
"Don’t worry, when our Young Madam says something, she means it. Aside from the verdict of the law, no one will dare touch you."
Winston Zane knew he was an accomplice, and with Cecilia’s sentence already served, his role as an instigator wouldn’t merit death. As long as no one intentionally targeted him, it was merely a question of how long his sentence would be.
Thinking he was mired in debt anyway, and being a witness, Cecilia would absolutely protect his life, and prison wouldn’t be the worst outcome.
Having thought it through, Winston Zane gritted his teeth and quickly agreed.
"Alright, I promise you."
...
In Adrian Law’s hidden efforts to overturn the wrongful case from three years ago, having such a direct link in a witness, the matter had seemingly turned a corner.
"Take care of this person."
Adrian Law casually dropped this sentence and then looked tenderly at Cecilia.
"Cecilia, let’s go."
"Alright."
Cecilia’s eyes revealed a hint of weariness, she rubbed her forehead, feeling truly exhausted.
The malice from human nature was far more terrifying than any monsters or demons.
...
Perhaps because she was too tired,
As soon as Cecilia returned to Starfall Bay, leaning on the sofa, she drifted into a heavy sleep.
Her elegant, porcelain-white fingers fiercely clutched the thick velvet blanket.
"No... I wasn’t having an affair with any Young Master Trent, I don’t even know him!"
"He was trying to assault me, no... I didn’t conspire to murder... Dad... please believe me..."
"Tyson, where are you, save me..."
"I don’t want to go to jail... he attempted to violate me! It was self-defense! Wuwuwu... someone please save me..."
It hurt so much, why did her heart ache this much.
What she seemed to see was Stellerton’s solemn courtroom, countless indifferent spectators flashed past.
There was Fiona Vaughn mocking her self-inflicted downfall, there was Gregory Vaughn with a frozen face, angrily calling her an unfilial daughter, and even Mrs. Trent raising a ruckus in the plaintiff’s seat, calling her a vixen.
They said she committed murder.
They said she had an illicit affair with Young Master Trent, someone she’d never interacted with but who wanted to humiliate her.
How could this happen?
It wasn’t like that at all... Shouldn’t she be getting married to Tyson, happily walking down the aisle?
The scene before her shifted, turning suddenly to the judge’s pronouncement of her sentence, as she stumbled and fell being led out of the courtroom, while Fiona Vaughn smiled sweetly, maliciously flaunting the fresh kiss marks clearly visible from her collar, painful to her eyes.
No...
"I didn’t kill anyone! Tyson, save me!"
Cecilia gasped painfully, her forehead drenched in sweat, and in the endless darkness, she suddenly heard an urgent, deep voice.
"Cecilia, wake up..."
Cecilia’s heart raced wildly, clutching desperately onto the person in front of her like a lifeline.
Tears fell like rain.