Chapter 469: Cecilia, I Was Too Late
Upon hearing Cecilia Vaughn’s "blessing," Tyson Law’s expression grew even dimmer.
"Cecilia, why must you insist on angering me like this?"
If he were truly to live harmoniously with Fiona Vaughn, then perhaps he would spend his life in endless lies.
Was it because he had once made a mistake that he couldn’t even be given a chance to start anew?
...
The man stared silently at Cecilia for a long time, his thin lips moving for a while, finally uttering only a sigh.
"Cecilia, in the end, it’s Fiona and I who have wronged you."
Fiona never expected that even after Tyson had been slapped by Cecilia, he could still gaze at her so melancholically and affectionately, even apologizing!
Where was the once spirited young man?
How could he possibly endure the humiliation of being slapped by a woman in public!
Fiona felt a sourness rise in her heart, thinking that if she had slapped Tyson, she would have been kicked out long ago. That vixen, she had really bewitched Tyson somehow...
...
Fiona’s polished nails dug into her skin as anger surged through her body, but her face remained helplessly teary-eyed.
"Sister, I know you’re just saying it out of anger, but I truly love Tyson. No matter what you think, I will never let him go."
As she spoke, Fiona bit her lip and nervously, pleadingly, extended her hand towards Tyson.
"Tyson, please don’t divorce me, okay? Fiona knows she was wrong. I promise I won’t make you angry anymore, no matter what, I won’t hide anything from you, alright..."
Looking at the woman carrying his child, Tyson felt a wave of weariness and desolation. He didn’t know whether to push Fiona’s hand away or let things be.
Would he really spend his life with Fiona?
Forgiveness was utterly impossible.
Sadness and grief gradually engulfed Tyson Law.
...
Cecilia watched the pair embracing and crying again, a sardonic smile curling at her lips.
"I’ve vented my anger, given my blessing, so I won’t say more. I hope you both will never part, thank you."
Tyson’s nose tingled as he looked at Cecilia’s proud and indifferent demeanor, red veins appearing in his eyes.
"Cecilia, please don’t go, could you stay a while longer to talk to me?"
"Second Young Master Law, if you want me to slap you a couple more times, I don’t mind. But if it’s just talking, then forget it."
Cecilia forced a cold smile, her voice devoid of any emotion.
"After all, during those three years in Stellerton’s prison, the one who never showed up doesn’t need to appear in the future either, right?"
...
"Cecilia..."
Tyson staggered, almost falling into the shrubbery at Stellerton University’s gate.
So even after her innocence was proven, she still cared about that?
"Cecilia, please, don’t be like this, when I didn’t clear your name back then, it was my fault, okay, I admit..."
Feeling a burning sensation, Tyson hesitantly reached out, his heart aching and sour.
Cecilia gazed mockingly at Tyson, then glanced at the tearful Fiona.
"Is it only about not clearing my name? I feel like when I was imprisoned, nearly ruining the rest of my life, was it all to pave the way for your epic love?"
"Weren’t you two a love that conquered all? If getting a divorce is so easy, did I endure three years of imprisonment for nothing? So, if it’s true love, it should last forever..."
"No, it’s not like that..."
Tyson felt choked, his Adam’s apple moving violently, yet he didn’t know how to refute her.
And seeing him speechless, Cecilia arched her lips in a rather sarcastic smile.
"What’s there to deny? Weren’t you and Fiona the ones who said you were the most perfectly matched, unwavering couple under the sky back then?"
Although Cecilia hadn’t uttered a single filthy word, Tyson’s body went rigid, his heart feeling as if it had been cut to pieces.
Bleeding profusely.
A raw pain.
He almost couldn’t breathe.
"Cecilia..."
Fiona panicked inside and quickly clung tightly to Tyson’s body.
"Tyson, are you okay? Sister, why do you have to speak so aggressively?"
Fiona questioned tearfully, her large tears welling in her eyes, on the brink of falling, looking even more pitiful than before.
"Are just a few words too much for you? Ridiculous. If you both could serve three years for an unjust conviction, then come back to tell me about being aggressive..."
Cecilia dusted off her sleeves with an air of ridicule, her demeanor icy as she prepared to step down.
At that moment, a long arm encircled her, followed by a low, cold voice above her head.
"Madam, I came late."
...
Both Fiona and Tyson were taken aback, lifting their eyes to the sight of Adrian Law, whose perfectly tailored suit highlighted his tall, serene figure, like a noble tree.
Cecilia’s eyes lit up.
"Adrian, I thought you were busy negotiating with clients and wouldn’t pick me up."
"How could I not."
The man chuckled lowly, nodding faintly at Tyson and Fiona, yet his gaze was suddenly cold and unfathomable.
"You’re here too... what a coincidence."
"Big brother..."
Tyson didn’t know how long Adrian had been standing there, and thinking of the slap mark on his face, he hurriedly lowered his head, feeling almost out of place.
His heart was filled with agony, and he could only watch as his half-brother Adrian extended his hand, wrapping Cecilia in his arms.
"Cecilia, let’s go."
This action proclaimed ownership with a strong possessiveness.
But Cecilia showed no discomfort, instead finding a more comfortable position in Adrian’s embrace, the two walking away hand in hand.
...
Tyson watched their retreating figures, his hand awkwardly falling from the air.
He was ultimately a step too late.
Tyson took a deep breath, his heart hollow and unsettled.
Fiona watched Adrian and Cecilia walk away, a flash of jealousy and hatred in her eyes, which she concealed well, gently brushing Tyson’s cheek.
"Tyson, let’s go too. Does it hurt where Sister slapped you? It’s all red... I’ll use a warm egg to soothe it when we get back, alright?"
Tyson was like a soulless puppet, stiffly dragged by Fiona into the Maserati.
However, just as he was about to start the car, he trembled slightly, suddenly recalling something important.
He hurriedly took out his phone and opened his Twitter.
——To my dearest wife and our future child, I will love you forever, unchanged for my entire life.
Understanding what was written above, Tyson clenched his fists tightly, glaring at the woman in the passenger seat with bloodshot eyes.
"Who gave you permission to impersonate my account?!"