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

Chapter 347: Chapter 347: My Woman Is Not Meant to Be Bullied

Everyone looked at Adrian Law in disbelief, completely unable to imagine that such a heinous statement came out of his mouth!

In ancient times, Nereus returned his bones to his father; who has ever seen a father return his bones to his daughter?

It’s simply shocking!

...

Staring at the young man in front of him, as bright as a jade tree, Gregory Vaughn shivered fiercely!

"S-son-in-law... you’re just joking, right?"

Adrian Law glanced lightly at Gregory Vaughn.

"Son-in-law is not a title I dare assume, Mr. Vaughn. Since Cecilia doesn’t recognize you, I don’t think there’s any need to randomly claim relations. Here, the only one who can rightly be called your son-in-law is Tyson Law."

"..."

Gregory Vaughn considered himself a seasoned veteran in the business world, but facing Adrian Law, a man a full circle younger, he couldn’t help but feel fear!

Adrian Law was famously known as the King of Hell in the business realm; who would dare treat the King of Hell’s words as a joke?

"Ad... Adrian the Eldest Young Master, Cecilia and I were just joking; you, being magnanimous, don’t need to take it seriously."

"Joking?"

Adrian Law chuckled softly.

He was tall and slender like bamboo, his shoulders and neck straight, his aura around him icy enough to almost freeze the air.

"Mr. Vaughn, I’ve never seen anyone joke about returning a body of flesh and blood to their own daughter. All I can say is that you and Cecilia are not fated to be father and daughter in this lifetime."

The man spoke softly, then casually pulled out a Swiss-crafted dagger from his sleeve.

"Since Mr. Vaughn wishes so much to share different blood than Cecilia, I do not have the habit of letting my woman be wronged, so I can only trouble you. I wonder where to start cutting would be faster?"

Gregory Vaughn felt as if his whole body convulsed, his muscles twitching, and his legs nearly giving out from fear.

"No... don’t touch me... Adrian the Eldest Young Master, I was wrong..."

"Cecilia, please explain to Adrian the Eldest Young Master, I never meant for you to return your flesh and bones! Haven’t you forgotten how much I’ve loved you from childhood?!"

Cecilia Vaughn looked at Gregory Vaughn’s pathetic and embarrassing appearance, only feeling utterly disgusted.

"Gregory Vaughn, there’s no need to play the family card with me. From the moment you found a mistress and drove mother to her death, there was no possibility of us talking about feelings."

When Adrian Law said he wouldn’t let her be wronged, Cecilia Vaughn suddenly remembered something her grandfather said when he was still alive, that his granddaughter, Fiona, wasn’t born to be bullied!

If someone is to be bullied, let it be the enemy!

Because showing mercy to the enemy is being cruel to oneself!

— Gregory Vaughn, along with Florence Warner and Fiona Vaughn, caused her mother’s death and occupied the property left by her grandfather, extracting countless benefits from the Sutton Family through Radiant Group!

She would never forgive these usurping scoundrels!

...

Gregory Vaughn trembled as he looked at Adrian Law, then pleaded softly with Cecilia Vaughn.

"Cecilia, your mother’s death was an accident; the shipwreck was a disaster. How can you blame me for that?"

Mentioning Wendy Sutton made Cecilia Vaughn’s heart ache, a cold gleam in her eyes almost piercing Gregory Vaughn!

"Shut up! Don’t you know why mother got on that ship?!"

"At that time, mother was coerced by you to drink with clients, and when she returned early, she caught you and Florence Warner in the act at the old house. If it weren’t for your affair with Florence being exposed, how could mother possibly have gone crazy?!"

Cecilia was at school at the time and didn’t know how devastated and heartbroken her mother must have been when she caught her father in bed with a woman from a foot massage parlor!

Wendy Sutton, as a wife, was forced by Gregory Vaughn to accompany clients for drinks to support his career. What did she get in return?

How heartbroken must she have been to leave Cecilia and Evan Vaughn behind, to escape Stellerton on a ferry with no clear destination?

That shipwreck might have been an accident, but if Gregory Vaughn and Florence Warner never had any affair, how could mother have been driven mad and forced to leave?!

...

Imagining that scene, Cecilia Vaughn felt as if her heart was being hollowed out.

Gregory Vaughn suddenly fell silent.

His lips trembled, wanting to argue further.

"Cecilia... you can’t be so unreasonable. I didn’t mean for your mother to die; how could I be so ruthless..."

Seeing Gregory Vaughn only eager to absolve himself without any guilt for her mother, Cecilia Vaughn laughed, but her eyes carried no humor.

A man like Gregory Vaughn was nothing more than a handsome facade, good at deceit and deception. How did such a good person like her mother end up with a man like him?

Her mother was beautiful, gentle, and educated, her family background far better than Gregory Vaughn’s. She had no princess syndrome and never blamed her husband for his humble origins, nor did she blindly compare. Why couldn’t Gregory Vaughn cherish her but trample all over her love instead?

Cecilia Vaughn’s whole body ached, and her heart ached with a certain bitterness.

Adrian Law reached out a long arm to support her, silently warming her with his broad palm.

"Cecilia, I’m here, don’t be sad."

Cecilia Vaughn’s hands slightly curled, gripping the man’s hand even tighter.

Though there was a height difference as they stood together, they both carried a natural, unexpected harmony, as if no one could intrude into their world.

...

Watching Cecilia Vaughn leaning gently against Adrian Law, Tyson Law felt an inexplicable jealousy.

"Cecilia, you’re too harsh on your father. The shipwreck was a natural disaster, not a man-made one. How could you say such things about your father-in-law?"

Cecilia Vaughn looked at Tyson Law mockingly, then suddenly let out a derisive laugh.

"Not a man-made disaster? Right, people like you, who can date several girlfriends at once, truly don’t understand what a man-made disaster is."

Tyson Law’s face instantly burned with shame.

He awkwardly hugged Fiona Vaughn.

"Cecilia, there’s no need for you to be so sharp-tongued. It’s not what anyone wants..."

"Not what anyone wants? You want to enjoy the blessing of having multiple women while owning all the assets left by the legitimate wife to support the mistress and her daughter; that’s what you call not being sharp and understanding flexibility?"

Cecilia Vaughn’s biting words tore apart Tyson Law’s facade of hypocrisy.

She couldn’t be bothered to argue with someone like Tyson Law and instead opened her mouth deliberately to Gregory Vaughn.

"I’m not going to sugarcoat it. You have three hours to move out, and I mean three hours. I’ve already arranged for bodyguards and lawyers to handle everything. Also, I will reclaim every shop and property that belonged to my grandfather one by one!"

"If you disagree, see you in court!"

Cecilia Vaughn harshly dropped these words, linked arms with Adrian Law, and left like a queen.

...

Immediately, the room fell into dead silence.

Fiona Vaughn hesitated for a long while before finally speaking slowly to Gregory Vaughn.

"Dad, do we really have to give all the properties to sister? What about you and mom, where will you live?"