Chapter 447: The Chairman Who Calls a Deer a Horse
"You bastard! Stop this right now! Haven’t you embarrassed the wedding enough?!"
The fierce gust of a slap swept forth, and Cecilia Vaughn felt a chill before her body, unable to clearly see who it was yet sensing ill intentions...
The three years in prison weren’t in vain; if you’re weak and passive, you’ll get beaten. Thus, Cecilia’s body instinctively raised her arm, fiercely blocking the opponent’s arm!
"Ouch, my arm..."
A cry of pain reached her ears, and Cecilia Vaughn focused her gaze, realizing it was her jerk of a father, Gregory Vaughn.
...
A sarcastic curve appeared at the corner of Cecilia Vaughn’s lips.
"What, Father, do you think it’s my fault that the wedding is embarrassing? There’s a saying, ’a clear conscience laughs at false accusations’—if Fiona was upright, how would today’s scene have happened?"
"You ungrateful daughter! Let go of me now!"
Gregory Vaughn cursed, eager to slap Cecilia across the face.
Yet Cecilia wore a carefree smile, deliberately loosening Gregory Vaughn’s arm slowly, only to suddenly release it.
Gregory stumbled, nearly falling off the platform.
"You did that on purpose! Ungrateful daughter! First, you embarrassed your sister today, and now you even want to harm your own father!"
Gregory’s eyes widened, burning with rage!
...
Cecilia Vaughn scanned the crowd with a calm demeanor.
"Father, you were the one who asked me to let go; how was I to know you couldn’t even stand steady? It’s wise to know oneself; you’re old, not as strong as before, might be suffering from osteoporosis, really should consume more calcium."
"You, you—"
The seemingly concerned words nearly sent Gregory into a fit of rage on the spot.
The audience was already stunned, watching Cecilia quip back at Fiona was one thing, but who knew this woman was bold enough to retort even to her own father!
Even if Gregory had once cheated, wronging her mother, it’s been so many years. Can she really confront her father over these past issues?!
...
Cecilia Vaughn had no interest in dealing with Gregory and Fiona, a father-daughter pair that ignited her anger just by looking at them, ready to continue with her aim. However, at this moment, Family Head Frank Law abruptly had someone cut the projector power.
Cecilia was taken aback, not expecting that things had gotten to this point, and Frank would still protect a daughter-in-law who had an affair. A foreboding feeling arose in her heart, and her eyebrows knit tightly.
"Uncle Law, what are you doing?"
Almost simultaneously, Fiona suddenly, her voice hoarse, collapsed to the ground as if injected with some hope, began crying again.
"Dad! You believe me, don’t you? Dad, please persuade Tyson, I really haven’t done anything to wrong the Law family, the child I’m carrying is Tyson’s, Dad!"
...
As a daughter-in-law of the Law family, Cecilia called Frank ’Uncle Law,’ whereas Fiona called him ’Dad,’ clearly showing the closeness, indeed thought-provoking.
The crowd straightened their ears, fearing to miss out on such high-society secrets.
Frank’s face was stern, though his gaze at Cecilia held no gentleness, it grew even harsher when glancing at Fiona.
His voice deep, he cupped his hands towards the guests present.
"Ladies and gentlemen, my apologies for this ridiculous scene at my son’s wedding, making everyone laugh."
"I must clarify, no daughter-in-law chosen by me for Tyson would commit such disgraceful adulterous acts. The DNA test was requested by me for Fiona, simply to secure the rightful lineage!"
"My second daughter-in-law once was a prominent face at ASC Television, having a mentor-student relationship with ASC Director Arnold Alden, this is known to all present guests. As for the incident between Fiona and Director Chandler of ASC meeting at a hotel, let me clarify, there was indeed someone else in that room."
Frank spoke every word with certainty, stating it as though it was the unquestionable truth.
"The details of those involved have nothing to do with everyone present, isn’t there no need for such relentless probing?"
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Fiona’s face, initially pale, shifted from disbelief when hearing Frank’s words, then to a look of uncontainable joy.
Frank was defending her!
Indeed, such families emphasize face tremendously—if the rumors of her affairs with Director Chandler were proven, what good would it bring to Tyson, or even the entire Law Family?
It’s better to clear her of the stigma first, and evaluate later on.
Fiona reluctantly breathed a sigh of relief, knowing she narrowly escaped the most horrific disaster, yet seeing Tyson’s sorrow-filled eyes made her anxious again.
"Tyson...do you believe me now?"
Fiona, eyes brimming with tears, her beautiful, pale face resembled rain-drenched pear blossoms, making one want to embrace and comfort her.
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Though Fiona wept like a rain-soaked doll, at any other time, Tyson would have easily given in, but just thinking of those pictures darkened his mood.
Tyson didn’t want to look at Fiona’s weak and pitiful face any longer, covering his reddened eyes as he turned to gaze at Frank.
"Father, what you just said, is it true?"
Frank gruffly flicked his sleeve, coldly scrutinizing Tyson.
"Nonsense! Are you saying you don’t trust your own wife? Don’t listen to those with ulterior motives stirring things up!"
Even though Frank cleared Fiona’s name, Tyson should have been pleased, but his heart felt as if he’d drunk countless bitter cups of Chinese coptis wine, unable to find any relief.
Sensing Frank’s solid standpoint in protecting her, or rather the dignity of the entire Law family.
Fiona wasted no time capitalizing on the opportunity, her sobs growing louder, stumbling forward, clutching Tyson’s arm tightly.
"Tyson, don’t you believe me now? Sob sob..."
Fiona, desperate and bleak as a shipwreck survivor clinging onto driftwood at sea.
Tyson’s expression more miserable than hers, yet mindful of Fiona being pregnant, couldn’t bear to shake her off.
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Meanwhile, Cecilia had no interest in engaging with this ludicrous couple, instead fixing her gaze on Frank, a flicker of fierce resolve flashing in her beautiful almond eyes.
"Uncle Law, are you referring to me as the one with ulterior motives?"
Frank angrily jabbed at her with his hand.
"You’ve caused unrest throughout the entire Law family, do you still claim to be in the right?"
"I’ve never lied!"
Cecilia’s voice rang out decisively, her whole presence like a resolute bamboo that bends but does not break, her aura unyielding even before Frank who was two decades her senior!
"Enough!"
Frank’s brows furrowed deeply.
"Today’s wedding ends here! All irrelevant individuals please return to the cabins to rest!"
Not even officially starting, but asking everyone to leave?