Chapter 371: Worse Than Death
"Do you... know what despair is?"
The shimmering Swiss Army Knife in Cecilia Vaughn’s hand seemed like a toy, easily played with.
This almost childlike cruelty was the most terrifying of all.
Even Wyatt Law was stunned, staring at Cecilia Vaughn. Damn, who would’ve thought the Young Madam, with such a gentle and lovely appearance, had such a brutal heart?
What a beauty; she’s clearly a warrior flower!
Wyatt Law couldn’t help but sneak a glance at Adrian Law, silently marveling at his master’s taste.
—But Adrian Law just continued to look at Cecilia Vaughn with a constant, faint smile, as if whatever his young wife did was right.
Amazing, truly, the master spoils the Young Madam in every way.
...
Winston Zane, who was being threatened, was even more terrified, letting out squeals like a pig.
"Ahhhh! Please spare me! Eldest Miss Vaughn, I really never intended to harm you!"
"I was wrong, I was truly wrong! I was momentarily blinded by greed, and every day and night I regret it. I’m worse than a beast, I’m a brute, please, spare me; I’m an only child, with an eighty-year-old mother waiting for my support..."
"Supporting an eighty-year-old mother? Heh..."
Cecilia Vaughn glanced coldly at Winston Zane, the Swiss Army Knife in her hand playing on his face like a cat toying with a mouse, never stopping.
"If I’m not mistaken, you abandoned her in a domestic nursing home and left, even sweeping the house clean of money to spend on liquor, gambling, and women."
As she spoke, she chuckled sarcastically,
Such a person dares to call themselves a filial son?
That poor mother, to have a son like you, is truly the worst fate.
Cecilia Vaughn’s almond-shaped eyes darkened, her pitch-black, beautiful eyes showed not a trace of pity.
...
Winston Zane never thought Cecilia Vaughn would dig into his background so thoroughly!
The pre-prepared phrases about having elderly and young to care for were all in vain.
Being looked down upon by Cecilia Vaughn, and feeling the cold and violent aura emanating from her brow, Winston Zane’s heart trembled repetitively!
Though his age was far greater than that of Eldest Miss Vaughn, Winston Zane was inadvertently intimidated!
She genuinely wanted to kill him, and she wasn’t joking!
"Please... don’t kill me; I admit I’m scum. Eldest Miss Vaughn, it’s really not worth it to dirty your hands because of a lowlife like me! Wooo... I’m begging you!"
In fear, Winston Zane repeatedly smashed his head against the ground.
Soon, a large bump emerged from his head, and the scarlet blood traced pathways on the snowy ground, forming spots of disgrace and anguish.
Seeing Winston Zane’s pitiful state, Cecilia Vaughn was unmoved.
"Three years ago, did you take benefits from Fiona Vaughn to conspire with Reginald Trent to harm me?"
"I... I..."
Winston Zane’s eyes darted around; his face turned ashen, and his parched lips trembled, but no coherent explanation came forth.
The underworld has its own rules, and betraying a client can sometimes lead to even worse outcomes.
...
"Still trying to keep Fiona Vaughn’s secret?"
A cold smile crept up Cecilia Vaughn’s lips as she lifted the Swiss Army Knife and stabbed it fiercely into Winston Zane’s arm!
In an instant, blood gushed out!
"Ah, my arm—"
Winston Zane screamed in acute pain; if he weren’t firmly bound by thick nylon ropes, he would’ve jumped up!
...
The onlooking Wyatt Law was already in shock, eyes wide open. Damn, the Young Madam is so brutal, yet somehow cool and terrifying!?
He couldn’t help but glance again at Adrian Law.
But his master continued smiling casually, never taking his gaze off Cecilia Vaughn.
In such a fierce moment, why does it feel like witnessing lovey-dovey moments?
...
While Wyatt Law, the bystander, marvels, Winston Zane is in unbearable pain, crying and writhing frantically.
Bound by the nylon ropes, he can only roll on the ground in agony.
"Ah! I confess, I confess! Stop stabbing! I’m begging you!"
"Three years ago, I was the head of security at the Phoenix Terrace Hotel, responsible for security and banquet inspections. A beautiful woman told me if I destroyed the surveillance and let in a chubby young man without an invitation, I’d receive a large sum of money."
"I don’t even know if the woman who contacted me was Fiona Vaughn, because she wore big sunglasses and a mask. She looked somewhat like someone from TV, but I can’t prove it."
Cecilia Vaughn examined the pitiful clown coldly, yet her heart stirred slightly.
The young chubby man Winston Zane mentioned was undoubtedly Reginald Trent.
The greasy, oppressive body in the dressing room, the sleazy glances, it was as if she was reliving it.
The filthy memories from three years ago were scars and shame.
Cecilia Vaughn’s heart was stifled, as if she couldn’t breathe, but she forced herself to remain calm.
"How much money?"
Winston Zane stared blankly at her, not reacting immediately.
"What?"
"I’m asking how much Fiona Vaughn paid you to do these things!"
Haunted by past painful memories, Cecilia Vaughn lost some rationality. In anger, she threw the knife and fiercely stomped on Winston Zane’s hand!
"Ah, it hurts—"
"I’ll tell, I’ll tell!"
Winston Zane screamed in despair; the terror in his heart washed over him like turbulent waves: "That woman gave me roughly a million as hush money throughout, and in the beginning, she also gave me a pair of Black Pearl Earrings as a token."
A million...
Plus a pair of earrings worth tens of thousands.
Cecilia Vaughn suddenly laughed, closing her eyes in bitter anguish.
So, selling one’s conscience, destroying a young girl’s initial faith, only required such cheap rewards.
...
Cecilia Vaughn staggered back two steps, her heart in unbearable pain.
Adrian Law quickly stepped forward, embracing her tightly, gently rubbing his head against Cecilia Vaughn’s temple.
"Cecilia, don’t be afraid; I’m here."
A silent tear rolled down Cecilia Vaughn’s face, silently dropping into the snowy field.
Cecilia Vaughn gasped, gripping Adrian Law’s arm tightly, barely absorbing some warmth.
"Adrian..."
"I’m here."
Cecilia Vaughn closed her eyes, repeating almost absentmindedly.
"Adrian..."
"I’m here."
...
Since he was the one assigned by the master to investigate Cecilia Vaughn’s entire background, Wyatt Law knew the details best.
He looked at Cecilia Vaughn with pity, his heart heavy with reluctance.
"Master, Young Madam, should we spare his life?"
Winston Zane suddenly felt a chill run down his spine: "Please, please, Eldest Miss Vaughn, you came out alright, didn’t you? Spare me, I don’t want to die..."
"Spare you?"
Cecilia Vaughn narrowed her eyes, coldly and disdainfully looking down at him.
"Heh, letting you die is too easy for you, isn’t it?"