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

When she woke up again, it was already mid-morning.

Cecilia Vaughn, half-awake, pulled off the down comforter, and suddenly saw the golden sunlight spreading outside her window.

And on the vanity, an unmistakably bright sunflower-colored sticky note stood out.

—Cecilia, I have some business matters at the company today, so I won’t be able to have meals with you. There’s warm millet porridge in the thermos for your stomach, and if you don’t want to go out for lunch or dinner, Wyatt will bring meals from Splendid Pavilion for you.

Adrian Law’s handwriting matched his personality—elegant, effortless strokes; even a simple note had you imagining the charm of the person who wrote it.

Faced with Adrian’s thoughtful words, Cecilia couldn’t help but laugh silently.

”I’m not a kid... you don’t really need to worry about my three meals a day...”

After all, she was already an adult, right?

Besides, if she got hungry, she could always order takeout.

As Cecilia thought this, she suddenly remembered that time Adrian knocked her on the head, scaring her with how unhealthy takeout was.

Thinking of Mr. Law, who cared for her like a child, Cecilia’s lips curved into an even prettier smile. She wanted to get up and put on her robe, but as soon as she sat up, a strange soreness spread from her waist down to her legs.

”...”

Cecilia paused, rubbed her aching waist, and yesterday’s wild scenes suddenly flashed through her mind.

She actually and Adrian Law... handled two bottles of red wine in that way...

With the post-drunk blackout, it was only now she remembered those details...

Seriously... it was way too much... She’d just been grateful for his kindness, but this guy was nothing but a big bad wolf—one that devours and doesn’t spit out the bones!

Thinking of Adrian’s fox-like, devilishly handsome face, Cecilia couldn’t help but thump her forehead in exasperation.

”Drinking only leads to trouble, drinking only leads to trouble...”

It was all Adrian’s fault, deliberately tempting her, and she was the type who’d go down after just one glass. Otherwise, would she have been caught so easily?

Just as Cecilia was admonishing herself, her phone rang at the most inappropriate moment.

Who’s this... calling her now?

...

Seeing it was an unfamiliar number with no note, Cecilia was a bit surprised.

She hesitated for just a second, and quickly answered the call.

”Hello, this is...?”

Cecilia hadn’t even finished speaking when a furious scolding exploded from the other end.

The voice was that of a middle-aged man, loud and forceful.

”You ungrateful daughter, are you determined to drive Fiona to her death before you’re satisfied?!”

Hearing Gregory Vaughn’s roar on the phone, Cecilia frowned slightly.

So, her cheap dad was here to defend that White Lotus sister?

And for what reason?

Cecilia’s lips arched into a sarcastic smile, her voice cold as if iced over.

”So, tell me, is Fiona Vaughn dead now?”

”You... you can’t talk like this! Filial piety reversed! Shameless!”

Gregory Vaughn was stunned, so angry he could barely get words out.

”Fiona has only just made a comeback, and her wedding is at the end of this month—why are you trying to force her onto a dead end! Do you know, the internet is flooded with doubts right now!”

”You were in prison for three years because you killed someone, that can’t be denied! Our Vaughn Family, and Tyson, have never treated you badly, but you pay kindness with hatred!”

”Are you just jealous that she’s marrying Tyson, and so you dump all your stains onto Fiona Vaughn?! She’s your own sister! How could she ever harm you like that?!”

Initially confused, Cecilia listened as Gregory’s furious tirade spelled everything out—even if she wasn’t clear before, now she grasped what had happened.

—Most likely, while she was asleep, Adrian had chosen to expose online how Fiona Vaughn bribed Winston Zane and conspired with Young Master Trent to humiliate her.

Good, good, the messier the better.

Back then, Fiona destroyed her like this, and now Cecilia just wanted to reverse the verdict—nothing wrong with that, right?

...

Cecilia stayed silent, her lips curling into a cold smile.

On the other end, Gregory, seeing his rebellious eldest daughter remain quiet, thought she’d finally grown a conscience and was listening to her father.

He started to speak earnestly.

”Cecilia, it’s not that your father doesn’t care for you, but look, it’s been three years since all that happened. It’s not like Young Master Trent ever really did anything to you, right?”

”You’ve been out of prison for quite a while now—why not just get along with Fiona and be a good daughter-in-law to the Law Family? Living in harmony is so much better than going to court, isn’t it? If you really take Fiona to court, people are definitely going to laugh at you!”

”A murderer, still shamelessly crying injustice—that only earns everyone’s contempt!”

Gregory kept defending Fiona, preaching harmony as if Cecilia was the worst criminal alive.

Cecilia listened indifferently to Gregory’s words, her cold smile deepening; her dark almond eyes looked like two icy pools, deep and unfathomable.

”Are you done yet?”

”...”

What kind of attitude was that!

Gregory was stunned.

Cecilia ignored all Gregory’s advice—she couldn’t fathom anyone degrading themselves for others.

”Father, allow me to call you that one last time—have you ever considered that, like Fiona, I am your daughter too?”

”In your eyes, Fiona’s just an innocent White Lotus, and I’m a malicious Empress bent on driving her to despair, right?”

Gregory Vaughn smiled awkwardly.

”Cecilia, that’s too much...”

Cecilia’s heart was numb, pain nonexistent; she carried on regardless.

”Was I just supposed to accept being framed and imprisoned by her? She ruins my wedding, and I’m supposed to play the good sister and let my enemy happily get married at the end of the month?”

”Cecilia, really, you don’t need to do this. Fiona, she...”

Hearing the middle-aged man on the phone still trying to whitewash Fiona Vaughn, Cecilia’s brows and lashes turned frosty, and she hung up abruptly.

And then blocked Gregory’s number.

The world was finally quiet.

Cecilia laughed bitterly; a single tear rolled down her cheek. Then, resolute, she took out her phone book and dialed the legal assistant at Radiant Group.

She’s serious about going to court.

...

Meanwhile, Fiona Vaughn was getting her wedding makeup done, preparing for the final dress rehearsal for her cruise wedding in ten days.

She had no idea about the chaos erupting on Weibo, when suddenly, several reporters charged toward her, ignoring everything.

Fiona Vaughn raised her brows triumphantly, deliberately striking a pose, thinking they were here to dig up the hottest scoop on the Second Young Master Law’s upcoming wedding.

Who knew, the reporters rushed forward, thrusting microphones in her face.

”Miss Fiona, are you really the mastermind behind your own stepsister going to prison?”

”Miss Fiona, your sister has already filed court papers—will you be attending the hearing in three days?”