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 realize your actions could

gaze was a

I could think of. I didn't mean to drag him down

me to rescue you, rather than endangering Winston. His current state is on you," Sasha retorted, her authority

recognizing Alyssa's schemes. They knew the truth would reach the Wright family patriarch

hand reached for hers, and after a thorough check ensuring he was fine, Sasha

to death. Promise never to do something so

palpable, but young Winston, innocent and pure-hearted, comforted her, "Sis, I'm okay.

butler bring in Winston's favorite flower, a bi-colored lotus, now closed into a bud. Despite the butler's reluctance to

of the lotus

smile, promising to bring Winston to their wedding, setting aside the

day, Arthur, frustrated by the online uproar over their wedding plans, declared a bold move. "Let the internet buzz. We'll live stream our wedding to the

into a spectacle for the world

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