NovelOnlineChapter 479
Edwin stepped right in front of them, arms outstretched. "If you want to fight, fight
me. They're my wife and daughter."
"You little brat! Where are my men? Get this fool out of here!" Tristan roared, his
face turning red with rage.
Within seconds, a dozen burly security guards stormed in and yanked Edwin
away.
"Dad! Are you really going to push us this far?" Edwin shouted, his eyes blazing.
"I'm your father! This is my house, not yours to run!" Tristan snapped back. "If you
don't admit your mistake today, people will think those two women rule the house.
Beat them!"
On his command, one of the guards grabbed a leather belt handed over by the
butler.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtSylvia's heart sank. There was no escaping this tonight.
Naomi shoved her aside. "Sylvia, go! I'll take the fall for you. But don't you dare
admit to anything-"
Before Naomi could finish, Sylvia pulled her away.
She leveled a cold stare at Tristan. "My mom's not in good health. If you beat her
to death, are you planning on spending the rest of your life in prison? I'll take the
punishment. I'm sure you won't object, Tristan?"
Tristan despised defiance more than anything, and Sylvia had challenged him one
too many times. He'd had enough of her stubbornness for a lifetime.
"Do it!"
"Hold on." Rupert rose from his seat, voice icy. "I'll do it."
He slipped off his suit jacket, rolling up his sleeves as he walked. The room fell
silent as he took the belt from the stunned guard. In the golden lamplight, his
shadow stretched long and ominous, hovering before Sylvia.
Their eyes met, and for a heartbeat, tstopped.
Sylvia coolly brushed her hair behind her ear and turned away, numb and
resigned.
Behind her, Rupert's expression flickered—something broke inside, silent and
invisible.
The belt sliced through the air.
Sylvia shut her eyes, bracing for pain—but it never came.
Opening her eyes, she saw Lester, who had just left with their friends, now
blocking her, his hand gripping Rupert's belt mid-swing.
Lester shot a glance at Kay, his aunt, annoyance written all over his face. "Aunt
Kay, since when do you get the final say in Sanford family matters?"
"Lester, I'm only looking out for Reese," Kay replied, frowning.
"Aunt, Reese is my little sister. If
she's been wronged, I'll get to the
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmbottom of it: But forcing a
confession? That's not justice. If
word gets out that the future Mrs.
Reese is disciplining Mrs. Naomi,
who's going to explain that
mess—your family or the Garcias?"
Lester's words held real weight as Reese's big brother.
Kay pressed her lips together, unable to argue.
Even Tristan had to signal his guards to step back.
"Lester, the Garcias would never let Reese be treated unfairly."
"Glad to hear it, Tristan. But today's Reese's engagement party, and | won't have
any blood spilled here," Lester said firmly.
Tristan understood perfectly—Lester had cto save Sylvia.
It soured Tristan's mood even more,
but he forced his face to soften.
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