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.

lifeline Winston offered? Do you realize

piercing gaze

that moment, survival was all I could

you, rather than endangering Winston. His

attendants admired Sasha, recognizing Alyssa's schemes. They knew the truth would reach the Wright family

caring face. His small hand reached for hers, and after a thorough check ensuring he was fine, Sasha finally relaxed. Sasha tenderly brushed his forehead, then pinched his

scared me to death. Promise

palpable, but young Winston, innocent and pure-hearted, comforted her, "Sis,

in Winston's favorite flower, a bi-colored lotus, now

sight of the lotus was genuine,

and Arthur shared a smile, promising to bring Winston to their

online uproar over their wedding plans, declared a bold move.

was clear, turning their wedding into a spectacle for the world to see, proving their

groggily supported the decision, her morning irritation forgotten in the face