Mr. Law's Official Announcement: He is a Wife-Doting Fanatic!

Cecilia Vaughn felt a sweet metallic taste rising in her throat, and she staggered forward, unable to maintain her balance—

The surrounding men and women witnessed this scene with intense fright and disgust, stepping back half a pace, unwilling to lend her a hand!

This woman is terrifying, not only unfilial and wanton, but she even has blood on her hands!

Those studying at Stellerton University viewed Cecilia as a virus, instinctively forming a circle, leaving her isolated in the center.

...

Her body swayed, desperately trying to stay conscious, preventing herself from fainting.

But her head ached as if pierced by thorns, venomous words like ”whore,” ”murderer” echoed in her ears, her heart filled with intolerable pain.

These words... are so cruel...

Why would she ever want to be a murderer?

Terrified and venomous gazes replayed endlessly in her mind, the cruelty akin to hammering her heart; she blinked hard, striving to stand firm, but the pain was overwhelming.

It’s truly unbearable.

Her heart hurt so much.

Past memories surged forth, Young Master Trent’s greasy, ugly face twisted as his fat body clawed at her.

Don’t come near...

Someone save me...

She seemed to return to that day three years ago, drugged, her body weakened, nearly unable to resist...

It might be better to just faint...

She heard the cold wind roaring inside her heart, the bitterness of her smile, her weary eyes losing sight, a barely audible laugh escaping from her throat.

Tears brimmed in her eyes instantly, yet stubbornly remained unshed.

”Oh my god, this woman dares to laugh!”

”Her eyes seem teary... laughing and crying, what a lunatic!”

”This woman has been unsteady for so long, why hasn’t she fallen yet!”

...

The buzzing mockery sounded vague, causing Cecilia to finally relinquish all her spirits. She was so tired, truly exhausted, and no one believed her.

Every voice was condemning, overwhelming her heart, and she staggered back, unable to support herself, closing her eyes and collapsing.

But almost as her face was about to hit the ground, a warm, trembling hand suddenly caught her!

”Cecilia... don’t be afraid... I’m here...”

She froze, chest tight and breathless, her ears buzzing unable to clearly hear, her vision blurred to the point she couldn’t discern who it was.

But the real warmth behind her gave her the answer.

Never had she felt so wronged.

In over twenty years, there hadn’t been a tall, reliable figure to lean on for warmth.

On the engagement party three years ago, when she nearly faced humiliation by Young Master Trent, there was none.

Three years later, when she was drowned in people’s spit and forced to leave Stellerton University, there was none.

...

Tears filled her eyes instantly flooded out.

All grievances, all resentments, seemed to find a way to spill over.

”Why are you only here now... Adrian... I’m scared... I’m so scared...”

Childishly she hammered Adrian Law’s chest, feeling as if her heart was blocked with a wad of cotton.

She never told anyone, she was truly frightened.

Three years ago she feared almost being humiliated, she feared killing someone by mistake, feared the dark oblivion in prison.

But who could be her listener?

Who could understand her?

Not mentioning those internet trolls, her father accused her of shamelessness, the judge declared her excessive defense, teachers and students at school eyed her with terror, petitioning the murderer to leave.

What had she done wrong?

To be so targeted by these people?

She stood in bewilderment, her heart aching sharply.

How she wished, someone could stand behind her, tell her she’s not wrong, there’s no need to fear.

...

Tears trickled down, soaking the man’s collar, snot and tears messing up Adrian’s clothes!

This man known for his cleanliness, surprisingly showed no disdain for Cecilia’s mess, instead held her tenderly.

”Cecilia, I’m sorry, so sorry... I came too late...”

Adrian awkwardly apologized, embracing her even tighter, the stench of egg liquid smeared on his suit, he was indifferent, quickly taking out a handkerchief to wipe her tears.

”Cecilia, don’t cry...”

Raging anger rose uncontrollably in his heart!

Never could he bear to see his woman shed even a single tear; those standing at Stellerton’s gate were about to pay!

...

His eyes flickered with hellfire, dark sparks leaping fearfully.

”Who threw the eggs?”

Cecilia, sobbing like a child, pointed with grievance to a mink-clad shrew.

”That nasty woman! Adrian... do I smell bad...”

Seeing her tearful eyes and pitiful face, Adrian’s heart ached fiercely.

He tightened his embrace, dropping a kiss on her scattered hair.

”You don’t smell, my darling Cecilia is always a fairy, the most fragrant.”

...

The students of Stellerton, journalists, and bystanders gazed at the scene in disbelief.

”Whoa... she looks like a mess... and he still kissed her?!”

Isn’t this man one of the tabloid sponsors?

He was handsome in every way, yet fell for a promiscuous murderer, must be blinded!

Everyone looked at Adrian with complex expressions.

...

After comforting Cecilia, Adrian gently released her, stepping in polished shoes, eyeing the shrew like looking at a private affair.

”Pretty boy, why are you staring at me like that?!”

”You have no idea how many times this girl cheated on you, you’re like The Empyrean Steppe! Just a murderer, I hit her for public good! You should thank me!”

The mink-clad shrew arrogantly placed her hands on her hips.

However, before she finished, Adrian mercilessly grabbed her collar, fiercely slamming her against the wall!

”Ow, ow, help—”

Adrian, imperial-like, pressed his shoe onto the mink-clad shrew’s face, revealing clear murderous intent.

”Such a filthy mouth, maybe, chop it off?”

Terrified beyond measure, journalists snapped away, sensing major trouble, some quickly called the police.

”Officer, too terrifying! Lock both this damned woman and her lover up—”