“Hmph! I can’t believe we called a heartless impostor like you an artist! You’re a disgrace to art!” Julian shouted angrily as he got up from his chair.
Hmm… That sounds familiar… Oh, that’s right! They said the exact same thing to me when my painting was rejected! Da*n, I didn’t even realize Crystal had invited this many artists to her wedding…
Spencer was shocked as well and stared at both of us in disbelief. “She has been faking it the whole time? But… That’s impossible, right?”
“Oh, god… Why is this happening?” Wendy slumped weakly against the chair and stared blankly into space.
Sharon chuckled in disdain as she said, “This is the precious daughter-in-law you’ve always wanted. Make sure you take a good long look at her now!”
For some reason, I couldn’t help but feel a little depressed when I saw Nathan and the others running about frantically like a bunch of headless chickens.
I’ve never seen him panic this much before… He sure loves Crystal a lot, huh? She’s just a niece to him, and yet he’s treating her like his own daughter. In fact, even Yvette doesn’t receive such treatment!
Although I had gotten my revenge on Crystal like I wanted, it didn’t make me feel better in the slightest.
I was in too much shock when Sharon pushed me at the stairs the other day, so I didn’t really give the incident much thought. However, having heard Crystal’s words in the video, I slowly recalled the details of what happened.
There was quite a bit of distance between Sharon and me; moreover, there was no way someone of her age would be able to push me that hard anyway. Crystal went tumbling down the stairs even though I had barely even touched her, so that means… she was the one who killed her own baby!
The screen eventually faded to black amid the continued chaos, much to everyone’s relief as it felt really wrong watching a pornographic video in public like that.
Having gotten the flower stand off her with help from Yvette and Scarlett, Crystal looked at Lyle with panic in her eyes. “This video must be fake, Lyle! You mustn’t believe it! I’m sure we’ll be able to find evidence to prove my innocence!”
As if he had already anticipated everything that happened, Lyle seemed surprisingly calm and simply glared coldly at her in response. I wasn’t sure if it was due to him being hurt by her words or shocked by the things she did to Sharon behind his back.
Perhaps he had already seen Crystal’s true nature on the island when she refused to give him water and pushed him away while getting on the boat all by herself. Unable to accept the fact that he couldn’t save his relationship with me, he chose to marry Crystal out of spite.
Lyle then turned to look at Sharon and asked calmly, “You knew this all along, Grandma? Is this why you objected to our marriage?”
“Yes, I’ve been telling you since you were eighteen that Crystal isn’t a good match for you, but you never listened,” Sharon said weakly as she sat there and looked at the wedding that she had thrown into chaos.
“Is that why you sent Crystal away and asked me to marry Yvonne? You did that to stop us from being together? Why didn’t you tell me about it sooner?” Lyle asked coldly.
“Would you have believed me if I did? I just feel bad for Yvonne. She got herself into such a mess because of your relationship with Crystal…” Sharon exclaimed with a sigh.
Consumed by rage, Benjamin threw himself at Benson and began beating him up in front of everyone. He was a lot stronger and well-trained in comparison to the nerdy Benson, and the pain of seeing his beloved woman having sex with another man fueled his punches even further.
Unable to watch the scene before him, the head of the Miller family ordered for his bodyguards to separate the two before turning toward Nathan. “So, she’s been playing the entire Miller family like fools, huh? Your niece sure is something, Mr. Tanner! We may not be as powerful as the Lanes or the Goldsteins, but we are still a prominent family in Avenport! How dare you mess with us like this?”
“This is a misunderstanding, Mr. Miller!” Nathan attempted to explain his way out of it.
