Chapter 133 - 132. In The Midst Of Chaos
Vivian clutched the chairman’s clothes, taking advantage of the situation to look even more pitiful inside the old man’s embrace. That being said, her shock was not a farce; she was truly frightened at that moment.
She recognized the daughter as the one who came with a very handsome plus one—who she found out later was a bodyguard. This particular daughter was very memorable, not because of her striking appearance but because, unlike the other children, she talked fearlessly to the chairman. She struck Vivian as the kind of child who didn’t mind being disowned, not just rebellious. Her words dripped with poison that got Vivian rather scared, even though she was older than the daughter.
And now she witnessed that same daughter slap the third wife until the madam wobbled and fell to the side. The silence that followed made the words uttered right after ring loudly around the spacious grand hall.
"Who are you to call me with the name my mother gave me, you traitorous bitch?"
"Sarah!"
The chairman was the first to react, shouting in surprise rather than in reprimand. He probably didn’t think Sarah would resort to violence, and neither did Mina. She looked at Sarah with stunned, widened eyes. The memories of thrown wine and dropped glass flashed within the minds of people who witnessed it, along with the manic laughter following it.
"Mama!" Ruby was the second to react, running toward her mother to help.
Ignoring the warning shout and the flustered shrieks, Sarah looked at her hand with disgust; the hand she just used to slap the third wife. "Eww, I touched her."
That simple remark, devoid of remorse and filled with mockery, silenced the room once more. They seemed to be freshly reminded that Sarah was the person who once broke a handful of stuff around the mansion because she was pissed about being sent to a blind date against her will.
The only person who wasn’t stunned was her bodyguard, who came out of nowhere with a handkerchief in hand, swiftly rubbing the slapping hand as if it was slathered in mud. Sarah shifted her cold eyes from the third wife to the frowning chairman.
"You’d better take care of her, Chairman. Looks like an early pregnancy, so she must be in a delicate state. Surely you won’t be so cruel as to send away a pregnant woman by herself?"
Her voice was gentle, and her lips curled softly. But her eyes were cold and her tone dripped with sarcasm. After all, the words coming out of her mouth were what the chairman told her mother when Mina first stepped foot in the mansion with a pregnant body.