Chapter 55 The Truth Revealed
" Sebastian's cold and piercing gaze swept back and forth between Mrs. Blackwood Sr. and Mrs. Blackwood Jr. like a sharp ice blade. Even Mrs. Blackwood Sr., who had experienced many storms, was intimidated by his powerful aura.
Mrs. Blackwood Sr. pretended to remain composed as she looked at him. ""Joyce just made all that up. It's not a big deal at all. She was only targeted by hooligans because she dressed too provocatively. Even if something happened, it would be Joyce's own fault!""
She spoke through gritted teeth, as if her own tongue was her enemy.
A hint of malice appeared at the corner of Sebastian's lips. ""You don't have to say anything. I'll just bring Tristan here. It won't end well for him.""
As he spoke, he took out his phone and dialed Dominic's number. ""Bring Tristan here.""
Soon enough, Tristan was brought in by two bodyguards. As soon as he saw Sebastian, he immediately knelt down.
""President Winters, this has nothing to do with me. It was my grandmother who said that Joyce resembled your fiancée, so she came up with this terrible idea. I was just doing what she told me to do. If you want to hold someone accountable, you should find that old lady.""
Mrs. Blackwood Jr chimed in, ""Yes, it was my mother-in-law's idea. She said that Joyce's face was not bringing enough attention to the Blackwood family, so she had Tristan organize the harassment and deliberately lead you there.""
Mrs. Blackwood Sr. never expected that her grandson, whom she had doted on for so many years, would mercilessly push her aside at such a critical moment. She looked at them, her heart filled with pain.
""If it weren't for Tristan's gambling and massive debts, the Blackwood family wouldn't be in such a desperate situation. Did the Blackwood family rely on selling their daughters? How could you both kneel before me and beg for help back then, only to now shift all the blame onto me? Don’t either of you have a conscience?""
Sophia was already furious. She kicked Tristan in the back and exclaimed, ""You bastard! If it weren't for you, Joyce wouldn't have been misunderstood by Sebastian. Do you realize that you almost killed her?""
She became angrier as she spoke, delivering several more kicks. The final one was aimed directly at Tristan's groin.
Alexander was frightened and immediately pulled her back. ""My dear, if you kick him there, that’ll be the end of his bloodline.""
""So what? Joyce...""
She paused abruptly, her words unfinished. Alexander pulled her aside and asked in a low voice, ""What's wrong with Joyce? Are you hiding something from Sebastian?""
Sophia blinked her eyes a few times and replied impatiently, ""There are many things I hide from him. Does he deserve to know everything?""
""Alright, stop causing trouble. Can't you see how fierce Sebastian's face is? He has misunderstood Joyce for three years, so let’s just enjoy the show.""
Worried that Sophia might continue to make a scene, Alexander reached out and embraced her.
After Sebastian learned the truth, he stood in place, silent. His deep gaze was like a dark abyss, unfathomable and eerie. His fingers, curled tightly in his pocket, revealed prominent veins on the back of his hand.
Three years ago, Joyce was unaware of what had happened. But why did she so readily agree to his request to only date and not marry, and to keep their relationship a secret? Any girl would find such unreasonable demands unacceptable.
What was Joyce's true intention? Was it love at first sight, or were there reasons unknown to him?
Sebastian had never been so flustered. His warm and sweaty palm tightly held Joyce's hand, and his gaze, once cold and piercing, softened significantly.
He lowered his eyes and his voice became hoarse. “Joyce”…"""
