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

The man’s magnetic voice cut through the air like a sharp blade, every word resonating with force.

”I find your values truly surreal, huh...”

If Adrian hadn’t happened to see Cecilia’s touchscreen tablet while placing the Love God Crown on her, he would have missed this crucial detail.

—But he was always on Cecilia Vaughn’s side; no one understood the innate kindness of his young wife better than Adrian Law.

After three years in prison, even though she knew exactly who had harmed her, Cecilia Vaughn still refused to give false testimony and insisted on letting the law bring fair closure. Adrian admitted, even he couldn’t do that.

...

The man’s icy voice echoed through the room, making everyone present feel absurd and deeply ashamed.

How could it be?!

Cecilia Vaughn actually donated ten million anonymously?

Many here were eager to nail Cecilia Vaughn to the pillar of shame for not giving a single cent, yet when Adrian Law laid out the facts, they all became bewildered.

Chloe Alden’s eyes nearly bulged out, she flailed her arms and legs, desperate to break free from restraint.

”Mr. Law! You must have just donated on behalf of that bitch, right?!”

Fiona Vaughn’s face turned pale, her lips trembling in fragile weakness.

”Chloe, don’t say that... Even if this happened to my sister, it’s only because Mr. Law loves her so much that he would go to such lengths for her, trying to win everyone’s favor.”

She seemed to be defending Cecilia, but every word implied Cecilia donated only for reputation, unwillingly and grudgingly.

With both Chloe Alden and Fiona Vaughn guiding the narrative, everyone started to think in the wrong direction.

They glared at Cecilia Vaughn as if she were a villain.

”Flash your last-minute donation money too? Ridiculous! And you conveniently donated just one million more than Miss Fiona? Clearly, you’re making monkeys out of us!”

Adrian Law looked coldly at the shouting, tireless detractors of Cecilia Vaughn, only responding with a simple gesture.

Wyatt Law quickly fell silent and promptly dragged Chloe Alden and the rest out.

Chloe Alden screamed in panic as she was hauled away.

”You all! Feeling guilty, aren’t you?! Why kick me out?!”

Adrian Law’s sharp brows tightened.

”Get the duct tape. Muzzle her.”

This woman’s voice was like nails on a chalkboard—his ears could barely take another second.

Chloe struggled pointlessly, but Adrian’s people acted quickly; before long, Chloe was taped up and couldn’t even shout to protest.

...

The rabble had all been removed.

Everyone left felt chills down their spine, afraid they’d be next if they lost control.

Now they finally understood—the Law Group’s eldest son was far more ruthless than The Second Young Master Law; once Cecilia’s interests were threatened, he burned with a wrath no one could match.

It was almost as if Cecilia Vaughn meant more to him than anything else.

To be absolutely crazy about a woman who had done time—isn’t this madness?

...

Adrian Law swept his gaze coldly over the crowd, picked up Cecilia’s touchscreen tablet, and approached Fiona Vaughn, placing it before her eyes.

”You’re Cecilia’s sister, right?”

At this moment, seeing him was like witnessing a demon descend to earth. With Chloe and the other antagonists carted off, Fiona dared not cause trouble; she nervously blinked her beautiful eyes, anxious and unsettled.

”Mr. Law... what are you... what are you trying to say?”

”Read out for yourself—when did Cecilia make the anonymous donation?”

Fiona suddenly froze.

She didn’t get it at first, but when she saw the numbers on the tablet, her eyes widened in disbelief.

No, it can’t be...

”Too scared to say?”

Watching her face twisted with disbelief, Adrian felt only irony. Fiona was the type who used others as pawns, stepping on their reputations to elevate herself, but when it came time to confront the truth, she only cowered.

...

Fiona’s mind was in chaos, her lips quivering for what felt like ages, not uttering a thing.

”I... I didn’t—”

Seeing her lost in shock, the curious host couldn’t resist jumping off stage, quickly leaning in to announce the time.

”Eight forty-two tonight!”

After reciting the time, even the host was stunned for a moment.

He swallowed hard, looking at Cecilia Vaughn with awe and respect.

”Eldest Miss Vaughn, so you’re the one who donated anonymously? God... Some people said before you were faking it, but your donation was made just halfway through the charity auction.”

At that point, Fiona Vaughn had only bid on two small pieces, totaling less than a million.

By the end of the auction, Fiona had made a spectacle, attracting all the attention and hype.

Meanwhile, Cecilia Vaughn sat quietly offstage, donating ten million for children’s breakfasts in remote mountains.

Maybe charity doesn’t judge value, but at least, true sincerity needs no words.

...

Those who had mocked Cecilia for not deserving the Love God Crown all fell silent.

Once the misunderstanding was clarified, Cecilia looked tranquil, merely nodding slightly to the host before gently tugging Adrian’s hand.

”Adrian, let’s go.”

Staying here was just a waste of time. People with nothing in common could never walk the same road.

Seeing the admiration in everyone’s eyes for Cecilia Vaughn, Fiona bit her lip so hard her jaw hurt, hostility reddening her beautiful eyes.

Tyson Law noticed her expression and fell into a daze.

”Fiona, you... what’s wrong...”

This Fiona looked like she was about to devour someone—a terrifying sight...

Fiona quickly snapped out of it, heart skipping, hurriedly feigning discomfort as she pressed her belly.

”Tyson, my stomach hurts, could you take me to the hospital?”

Sure enough, after that, Tyson’s attention shifted to the child...

...

Out of the manor where the banquet was held, Adrian stuffed Cecilia into the car without a word.

”...Adrian, are you mad?”

Cecilia glanced at him, utterly confused.

Adrian pressed his lips together, silent all the way, slamming the gas on the limited edition Bugatti Veyron, speeding toward Starfall Bay.

Cecilia watched Adrian, utterly lost as to what triggered his mood.

Had she somehow made Tripp Law upset?

After parking and returning home, Cecilia cautiously tugged at Adrian’s sleeve.

”Hey, say something... don’t be like this, you’ll scare me... mm...”

Before she could finish her sentence, the man forcefully kicked the door shut, pinning Cecilia against the entryway.

”Cecilia, from now on, the only person who can finish any work with you—is me...”

His voice was unwavering and fierce; not waiting for her reply, he kissed her hard, his rough hand sliding into her velvet dress...