Finally, Ethan slowly stood up from the sofa.

As he did, he drew the attention of the people around him. Nobody knew who he was. All they could see was a superior-looking, tall man with cold, black eyes, as alienating yet dazzling as the sun. Everyone subconsciously felt drawn towards him.

He walked towards Fiona, shrouding her in his shadow. He looked down at her and the daughter next to her with frighteningly cold eyes and said in a low voice, “Was your kindness enough to give you the right to force your adopted daughter to get married as a substitute bride?”

Being stared at by him like this, Fiona shrank back. Any trace of arrogance she held earlier now disappeared. “Wh-what do you mean?” she stammered.

Ethan sneered coldly. “When my mother’s family was rich and powerful, you clung to her like a parasite. Thinking you could profit from us in the future, you arranged for your daughter to marry her son when they grew up. Later, when my mother’s financial situation declined, you regretted your decision. Not wanting your biological daughter to marry me, you had your adopted daughter do it instead. Was that the real reason why you adopted a daughter?”

Memories brought about by Ethan’s words resurfaced in Fiona’s mind.

Sylvia Larson…

hadn’t heard that name in a long

mother. At the time, the Larson family was one of the richest and most powerful in the city. And Sylvia was

his good looks from his

rich family, she had a pleasant personality and never put on airs. Fiona, on the other hand, came from an ordinary family. When the two girls were in college, Fiona deliberately tried to get close

had benefitted a lot from Sylvia’s riches. Later, she suggested to Sylvia that

herself to a

decline so suddenly. As soon as Sylvia could no longer be considered rich,

died. She had practically forgotten about Sylvia by then,

you accuse me of such

she couldn’t say anything to defend herself, because Ethan was

to look

before about how the engagement

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