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…

heard that name in a

was Ethan’s biological mother. At the time, the Larson family was one of the richest and most powerful in the city. And Sylvia was beautiful—she was

good

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 to Sylvia, gunning to become the

suggested to Sylvia that their children get married, if one of them had a boy and the other,

Fiona successfully tied herself to a rich

decline so suddenly. As soon as Sylvia could

She had practically forgotten about Sylvia

dare you accuse me of such nonsense!” Fiona said, albeit her

anything to defend herself, because

to look

before about

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