The Million-Dollar Heart

Arthur's eyes blazed with intensity, making her shiver. "The chair is made of oak, you're wearing flats, and yet you claim you're unsteady?"

Alyssa's face flushed with embarrassment and then went pale. She stuttered, "Arthur, this is too harsh. What about the bond between the Wrights and the Linklaters?" Arthur's words were cold and direct, cutting deep. "There's no bond between us. You're trying to pin blame on my wife out of thin air. I won't forgive that!"

Alyssa stood frozen like a shattered porcelain doll, her gaze filled with venom as she stared at Sasha.

Sasha, throughout this ordeal, hadn't said a word. Her elegance was unmarred, dressed in simple yet flawless attire.

She didn't need to speak or act; Arthur's support was her vindication.

Alyssa was seething with hatred.

Sasha's brows furrowed slightly as she checked on Winston, adjusting his IV with concern. When she finally addressed Alyssa, her voice was cold, "If not for the fact you're Winston's sister, I'd have no qualms about ending you."

Her ruthless tone sent shivers down Alyssa and her attendants' spines.

you so desperate to grasp at the lifeline Winston offered? Do you realize your actions could have drowned

gaze was

guilt-ridden, fumbled with her words, "In that moment, survival was all I

waited for me to rescue you, rather than endangering Winston. His current state is on

Sasha, recognizing Alyssa's schemes. They knew the truth would reach the

caring face. His small hand reached for hers,

rushed forward, tears streaming, "Winston, you scared me to death. Promise never to do

Winston, innocent

had the Linklater family butler bring in Winston's favorite flower, a bi-colored lotus, now closed into a

at the sight of the lotus was genuine, a stark contrast

to bring Winston to their wedding, setting aside the

plans, declared a bold

spectacle for

roused by the commotion, groggily supported the decision, her morning irritation forgotten in the