Chapter 465: Get Rid of the Child
Tyson Law looked at Fiona Vaughn coldly, though his voice was tinged with undeniable sorrow.
"Actually... your mother went to prison to take the blame for you, right?"
Last time in Stellerton Intermediate People’s Court, the bodyguard captain that Cecilia Vaughn had brought in actually pointed the finger at Fiona Vaughn.
Because Fiona was wearing a mask and sunglasses at the time, her facial features were obscured, thus it couldn’t be considered valid evidence.
In the end, it was Florence Warner who went to jail, claiming that for the sake of her daughter’s marriage, she had to ruthlessly harm her stepdaughter.
But upon reflection, Florence Warner was always a third party, how could she have possibly ordered Fiona’s assistant to buy those disgraceful things from the black market?!
...
Tyson Law deeply inhaled once more, his hands clenching tightly together.
"Tell me, was it you who contacted Young Master Trent, Reginald Trent, at Stellerton University back then?!"
"During Stellerton’s opening ceremony, you clearly went with Cecilia and me, you saw Reginald Trent giving your sister flowers, you even pointed it out to me, joking about how admired she was by male classmates, making me feel threatened..."
At that time, Tyson found it extremely dazzling, and he even suspected whether Cecilia Vaughn was too exceptional, too seductive when she delivered the speech to the incoming students of the university.
Fiona jokingly remarked, seeing Tyson’s jealousy, and reversed her stance to comfort him, saying her sister wasn’t such a person.
Piece by piece, matter by matter, it all increasingly shocked Tyson Law...
From the very beginning, Fiona Vaughn cried to him about how difficult it was to restrain her feelings for the man in love with her sister, gradually drawing him deeper, while also planting seeds of doubt about Cecilia’s fidelity, how could such scheming be described with a few simple words?
...
Seeing Tyson Law’s handsome yet weary and fiery eyes almost shooting flames, Fiona’s heart raced, and she quickly stepped back, clenching her teeth, ready to deny at all costs.
"Tyson, how could you think that of me?"
Tears shimmered in the girl’s eyes as she held a food box, looking so fragile that a mere breeze could topple her at any moment.
"I really didn’t know about the incident at the Phoenix Terrace Hotel involving my sister, nor do I know Young Master Reginald Trent, so how could I have let him in?"
When you no longer have compassion for a woman, suddenly Tyson Law found his mind crystal clear, fully disbelieving Fiona’s stories.
"Would you dare swear to the heavens? Putting that aside, your mother, Florence Warner, is merely a housewife who never even set foot in Stellerton University three years ago. If it weren’t for your introduction, how could she have known the son of a board member, Reginald Trent?"
Fiona bit down on her pearly teeth, her small hands clenched tightly, cold sweat seeping out.
"Tyson, do you really want to accuse me wrongly? My mother already paid for her mistakes by serving time, the court has already ruled on it. If you want to wrong me, what can I do?"
...
Watching her with teary plum-blossom eyes, Tyson only found this scene unbelievably offensive.
In the past, he indulged Fiona Vaughn like a treasured pearl in his palm. Whenever Fiona erred, he consoled himself by thinking her nature was too gentle and kind, needing others’ affection, attributing her misdeeds to others, never blaming Fiona.
But now, the truth was glaringly in his face, so piercing and heart-wrenching.
Tyson Law’s heart ached, an unstoppable sorrow spreading from every limb and bone.
"Fiona, I trusted you so much before. Can’t you even tell me one truthful word now?"
"I’m not truly foolish; in the past, it was just that I loved you too much. Even when I had doubts, I told myself not to wrong the angel in my heart."
"Back then, you dragged me into drinking, ending up in bed, claiming it was an accident, when in fact, it was premeditated, wasn’t it? Upon reflection, I was merely a puppet in your hands, treated like a fool."
Fiona’s face drained of all color in an instant.
She didn’t know how a once dashing man like Tyson was now filled with loneliness and sorrow, and evidently, he held no trust in her anymore.
"Tyson, please don’t think of Fiona like that, okay? Fiona did it all for you, Fiona truly loves you. I can’t bear the consequences of losing you, Tyson..."
Tears fell like a broken string of pearls from Fiona’s face, one by one landing on Tyson Law’s collar.
Scorching and startling.
Seeing her cry like a tearful mess, nearly incapacitated by sobs, the irony and grief in Tyson’s heart intensified.
He coldly pushed her away.
"Fiona Vaughn, do you really love me?"
"Given what you did to your sister, if that’s love, then why were you seen entering a hotel room with Chloe’s uncle Zhao?"
"Don’t tell me you were merely scripting lines together, two people alone in a hotel room!"
Fiona, caught up in Tyson exposing her darkest secret, her face a marvelous array of colors as though a paint box had been overturned.
Her snow-pale face showed a hint of embarrassing awkwardness, her thoughts racing through her mind, finally pulling Chloe Alden as a shield.
"Tyson, I really didn’t! How could I ever betray you?"
"Station Director Alden has a family, I would never become a homewrecker..."
"Wasn’t what you did to Cecilia and me initially a form of sabotage?"
Tyson laughed coldly at that, while Fiona realized her words were amiss, frantically clutching the man’s arm, tears streaming.
"Tyson, you’re different; you’re my true love for this lifetime. When you love someone, nothing else matters. But I don’t love Station Director Alden... Moreover, he’s Chloe’s uncle, I wouldn’t wrong a friend."
Remembering Chloe Alden who had died tragically on the cruise, despite her being too headstrong, Tyson had no affection for Chloe, yet Chloe’s loyalty to Fiona was evident, though Fiona hadn’t even attended her funeral.
Tyson Law’s grief deepened further.
How did he ever fall for such a heartless woman? He’d foolishly given up a beloved girlfriend for her, mistakenly perceiving Fiona’s fragility and goodness much like a shy plant, craving his protection...
Recalling Cecilia Vaughn, Tyson’s mind immediately flashed to her stunningly beautiful smile, unfortunately, she no longer belonged to him.
Tyson Law looked again at the fragile, weeping Fiona, heart wrenched as if pierced by a thousand arrows.
"Fiona, let’s part amicably, I’ll compensate you sufficiently. Get rid of the child, and let’s divorce..."
Get rid of the child?!
Fiona, who was clinging tightly to Tyson’s arm, suddenly released her grip, her entire being struck dumb.