Chapter 468: As Long as You Can Forgive
Tyson Law heard the crying voice of Fiona Vaughn behind him, and his face instantly showed a rigid expression.
How did Fiona know he was here?
"Cecilia, I..."
The man’s hands clenched into fists, and he stared blankly at Cecilia Vaughn for several moments. The passionate declaration he had prepared stuck in his throat, and he couldn’t say a word.
Meanwhile, Fiona was jogging in small steps and quickly rushed in front of the two of them, tears suddenly streaming down.
"Sister, Tyson, why are you two meeting secretly at Stellerton University?"
She was already delicate and fragile, and now her eyes were red, making her even more pitiful and lovable.
...
"Fiona Vaughn, is your brain soaked? This is the east gate of Stellerton University. Even if I weren’t a student here, in such a public place, you accuse me and Tyson of a private meeting with just a few words?"
"I have an evening class at Stellerton today. Are you going to blame me because your husband didn’t come home?"
Fiona’s crying halted, and she looked up with tears on her face, as if she was wronged by the whole world.
"Sister, stop making excuses. Wasn’t it enough that you ruined my wedding with Tyson at the Isle of Whispers? Now I’m being cursed by thousands, even Tyson won’t come home anymore. My health is deteriorating; I can’t eat, I can’t sleep. Are you trying to drive me to my grave, sister?"
"Or do you really want to force me and Tyson to divorce?! Do you know, Tyson even drafted the divorce agreement for me!"
"Divorce agreement? Weren’t you both flaunting your love on Weibo?"
Cecilia looked amusingly at Fiona’s face. Although Fiona was crying miserably, her porcelain-white face was clean and elegant, clearly well-maintained. Her claims of not eating or sleeping well were utterly ridiculous.
In truth, it was Tyson who looked genuinely weary after not seeing him for a few days. The usual spirited arrogance in his eyes was gone, replaced by dark shadows.
The person truly suffering was Tyson Law.
...
Fiona hadn’t expected that Cecilia would see her Weibo post less than twenty minutes after it was published. Her pupils shrank, and she glanced guiltily at Tyson, not daring to continue the topic.
"Sister, why are you accusing me? You’re the one who texted me to find Tyson. Didn’t you want to flaunt that Tyson came to visit you instead of going home?"
Cecilia glanced mockingly at Fiona, her hands in her pockets as she slowly turned her gaze to Tyson’s face.
"Please, go question your own man. I have no time to meddle in your messy affairs."
...
Tyson got more confused as he listened, especially not understanding Cecilia’s mention of flaunting love on Weibo.
When did he ever post about eternal love with Fiona on Weibo?
Even if he did, it would have been before the wedding.
After learning about Fiona’s involvement with Chloe Alden’s uncle, Arnold Alden, how could he possibly swallow his anger and post such things?
"Cecilia, explain to me, what Weibo were you two talking about just now?"
Cecilia was surprised, her eyes widening as she realized something was off.
"You don’t know?"
Seeing Tyson’s confused expression, Cecilia’s brow furrowed slightly, pondering if Fiona was up to something again behind the scenes.
She could still remember the words and images on Weibo, each word deeply affectionate.
When she saw the photos, she thought the two of them were reconciling, but how could Tyson be clueless?
Cecilia’s eyebrows furrowed deeper.
But these were matters between Fiona and Tyson, and as an outsider who disliked them both, she was happy to watch them tear each other apart.
...
Fiona saw Tyson reaching for his phone to log into Weibo, and her heart raced. She didn’t want Tyson to discover she had secretly logged into his account.
Fiona gritted her teeth and quickly stretched out her arms to block Tyson.
"Sister, I beg you, please give Tyson back to me."
"You already have Mr. Law. Why do you cling to the love of two men without letting go? I admit I was wrong to you in the past, but hasn’t enough time passed, sister? If you can forgive me, I’d rather kneel and atone. Didn’t you require Chloe to do the same at that time?"
Fiona’s voice sounded like a bird crying blood, piteously biting her lip. Her knees buckled, seemingly ready to kneel before Cecilia in apology.
"Fiona! What are you doing!"
Tyson hadn’t expected that Fiona would consider kneeling to Cecilia...
"Tyson, don’t pull me. If it means keeping you, what does my dignity matter..."
Tyson’s expression was complicated. He couldn’t discern whether Fiona was acting or genuinely atoning, so he subconsciously supported her, forcing her to stand upright.
"Fiona! My decision to divorce has nothing to do with Cecilia. Don’t push your sister anymore, and don’t kneel to her. You are sisters; why make things so ugly?"
...
Cecilia leisurely folded her arms, her eyes sharp as she looked at Fiona as if watching a joke.
"Fiona Vaughn, is acting fun for you? Even if you kneel, I won’t forgive you."
"A woman like you, skilled in playing the victim, preying on the weak while morally blackmailing others—you’re really quite proficient."
Fiona hadn’t anticipated Cecilia’s sharp tone. Her beautiful eyes filled with tears, and her hands tightly twisted her handkerchief, her face growing more and more aggrieved.
"Sister, if kneeling doesn’t work, would you hit me? It was my fault. If you can give Tyson back to me, I’ll accept any punishment."
As Fiona spoke, she sorrowfully gazed at Tyson, her determined expression suggesting she couldn’t live without him.
Seeing Fiona’s frail demeanor, Tyson’s heart softened a little.
"Fiona, why put yourself through this? We..."
Just as Tyson was about to offer gentle advice, a sharp slap landed on Fiona’s face, and then another swung towards Tyson.
"Slap—"
This one hit Fiona.
"Slap—"
The second slap was directed at Tyson.
...
These two slaps were akin to thunder from a clear sky.
Tyson held his cheek in disbelief, his eyes darting towards Cecilia in panic.
"Cecilia, you—"
Fiona was also shocked. She quickly reacted, looking regretfully at Tyson’s handsome face.
"Tyson, are you alright? Sister, why did you hit Tyson? It’s all my fault..."
"Back then, when you both cheated, it wasn’t something one person could do alone, was it?"
Cecilia smirked, her hand aching from the slap, but she felt truly liberated inside.
"By the way, when I was at the Isle of Whispers, I already wished you two a long and happy life together. I hope you’ll be bound forever, never to divorce. Wasn’t my blessing sincere enough?"