Chapter 376: The Baby Is Kicking Me in My Belly
Fiona Vaughn never imagined things would escalate to this point.
She stared in shock at the crowd surging toward her, barely able to believe what she was hearing.
They... were not here to interview her about her wedding preparations?
Why...
No, impossible—how could Cecilia accuse her of being the mastermind?
Clearly it was Cecilia herself who killed the Young Master of the Trent Family—with her own hands—a murderer, does she dream of redemption?
...
Fear welled up inside Fiona Vaughn, and seeing her pale face, the reporters clustered even more tightly around her, everyone eager to ask their questions.
"Miss Fiona, since it’s true you took The Second Young Master Law away, did you drug Cecilia Vaughn at her engagement party to cut off all of your rival’s paths?"
"Miss Fiona, if the other side wins the case against you in court, will your wedding with The Second Young Master Law at the end of the month still happen?"
"Miss Fiona, please answer us!"
"Miss Fiona, I’m the editor-in-chief from Xinyu Media—we’re offering you an exclusive interview, Miss Fiona...!"
The barrage of questions from the media echoed in her ears, and Fiona’s face grew increasingly ugly.
"You—you all..."
Just as her nerves were about to snap, a tall, handsome figure rushed out of the dressing room.
"What are you all doing crowding around Fiona! This is a private place; no interviews will be allowed!"
"Fiona is carrying my child—are you trying to provoke a pregnant woman’s emotions?"
Tyson Law angrily furrowed his brows, his large hand tightly gripping the soft palm of Fiona Vaughn, only then realizing his wife’s hand was drenched in sweat.
"Fiona, why are you sweating so much..."
He looked at her, full of confusion and doubt. Fiona’s heart skipped a beat, and she quickly bit her lip, shaking her head repeatedly.
"I got scared by them... The baby is kicking me inside... Tyson, I’m so scared..."
The girl lifted her slender neck pitifully, her bright, autumn-water eyes reflecting Tyson Law’s face, as if veiled in a thin mist—so delicate and fragile.
Tyson Law’s protective instinct surged within him; in an instant, he shielded Fiona completely behind him.
The mass of reporters, seeing the couple so harmonious, became even more intrigued.
"The Second Young Master Law, since your wife isn’t feeling well, please accept our interview instead!"
"Yes, Second Young Master Law, your current wife is being taken to court by your first love—don’t you have any doubts?"
Tyson Law hesitated—he’d only been focused on the swarm of reporters cornering Fiona, and only now did he catch their shouted questions.
"What did you say? Cecilia is suing Fiona?"
Why?!
The reporters noticed Tyson’s clueless, foggy expression. Instantly, they figured out this rich young man hadn’t checked his phone or social media yet.
"Second Young Master Law, haven’t you noticed? Cecilia Vaughn has already had someone @Miss Fiona, saying that three years ago, she was drugged by her, and conspired with Young Master of the Trent Family to ruin her reputation!"
Tyson Law suddenly fell silent.
He stopped in his tracks, stunned, glancing at Fiona Vaughn.
Fiona felt herself withering under his gaze, and just as she didn’t know what to do, Tyson’s voice came—cold, even colder.
"For now, this is a personal matter between the Law Family and the Vaughn Family. The court hasn’t announced the final verdict; we have no comment on the details. Please leave immediately! Or don’t blame me for being harsh!"
With that, Tyson called in several dozen bodyguards. The reporters, frustrated by being shut out, grumbled, but forced out by security, they had no choice but to scurry away.
...
The others were all sent away by Tyson Law.
In the spacious room, only Fiona Vaughn and Tyson Law remained.
Tyson Law’s features were icy, his gaze terrifying; Fiona had never seen him like this.
Her heart was anxious and uneasy, unable to describe what she felt—she could only clutch at his sleeve, like a frightened little deer.
"Tyson... Our wedding is at the end of the month... Don’t you trust me, Fiona?"
Tyson Law pressed his lips together, confused as he looked at Fiona’s delicate, picturesque appearance.
Fiona always looked like this—tears trembling at her lashes, or biting her rosy lip, always pitiful, eliciting sympathy.
That was how she’d been from the very moment he met her.
At first, Tyson Law thought she was a girl who needed protection most—a pure, clear heart.
But after a long time, as the tears flowed more and more, sometimes in his mind a question from Cecilia would flash back.
—Do you really think the Fiona Vaughn you’re marrying is so pure and innocent?
Ambition isn’t always a bad thing. A woman who survives in entertainment, even with family backing—without any cunning, how could she reach today’s position and glory?
Besides, would someone truly naive steal someone else’s love?
...
Fiona Vaughn had always been fixated on her entertainment career. Tyson Law could barely convince himself. But now, he was forced to realize there were too many doubts about Cecilia’s imprisonment for murder three years ago.
"Fiona... do you remember? About three years ago, I was holding a wedding too—though the bride wasn’t you, but you said you didn’t care about status, as long as you could stay by my side forever, it was enough."
Back then, he was moved by Fiona’s silent, status-free love; besides, Cecilia refused intimacy before marriage, so he’d almost unconsciously let Fiona tempt him, tasting the forbidden fruit together.
If it were Cecilia, proud as she was, no matter what, she’d never agree to that arrangement.
Thinking of that girl whose eyes once overflowed with love, who always fixed her gaze on him first, Tyson Law let out a self-deprecating laugh.
He and Cecilia Vaughn—were never possible after all.
...
Seeing Tyson lost in memory, suddenly smiling bitterly, Fiona knew exactly who he was thinking of.
"Tyson, I admit my sister was wonderful—it’s my fault, I wronged her..."
"But Tyson, I’m carrying your child... Our wedding is at the end of the month,"
Fiona’s eyes brimmed with big, pearly tears; her features already delicate and fragile, now appeared even more beautiful and heartbreaking.
Tyson Law’s heart clenched—almost instinctively wanting to comfort her; but he managed to restrain himself and kept the last shred of reason.
He spoke hesitantly.
"Fiona, tell me—at the engagement party between me and your sister three years ago, did you... really interfere?"