Chapter 591

Vivian Bennett's face was as pale as paper.

She turned her head in panic, meeting the undisguised triumph and vindictive glee in Isabella Sullivan's eyes.

In that lightning-flash moment, she suddenly understood.

From the very beginning, she had been nothing but a pawn in Isabella's scheme for revenge against Liam Sullivan.

A tool to be manipulated at will.

But what about her own grievances?

Her own resentment?

To whom could she demand recompense for the heart-wrenching agony she had endured?

A bone-deep desolation surged from the depths of her heart, instantly overwhelming her.

Despair, like an icy tide, completely swallowed her whole.

So this was her ending.

If that was the case, why not make this spectacle even more tragic?

She wanted to see just how much more fate could torture her.

"Hahaha…"

Vivian suddenly threw her head back and laughed, a shrill, piercing sound, yet scalding tears rolled from her eyes.

"The guilty party files the complaint first? Let's see what a venomous woman who murdered her own son and tried to kill her own brother can do to me?"

Her voice abruptly rose, carrying the desperate resolve of someone with nothing left to lose.

"What can you do to me? What can any of you do to me?"

"I have nothing left. What is there left to fear?"

"How much worse can it possibly get?"

Could anything hurt more than being abandoned by the person she loved most? More than the moment she saw the full, ugly truth?

"Miss Sullivan, she claims you killed your own son. Is that true?"

"Miss Sullivan, your future sister-in-law seems to harbor deep resentment towards you. How do you respond?"

Vivian's words were like a bombshell, instantly exploding among the guests and the media.

Isabella Sullivan killed her own son?

What kind of shocking, high-society secret was this?

The scandals of the wealthy were always tightly concealed. The public had no way of knowing about Isabella's dirty deeds.

But today, these two women had clearly torn off all pretense, beginning to expose each other's secrets, determined to fight to the death.

The reporters smelled a huge story, but for the moment, it was difficult to judge who was telling the truth.

Though, in reality, the truth wasn't that important.

What mattered was that this war between women was explosive enough, sensational enough to capture everyone's attention.

They just needed to keep their cameras rolling, recording every frame of this vicious clash.

Isabella's expression shifted slightly.

She had thought Vivian was already beaten down, powerless to fight back, completely at her mercy.

She never expected a woman pushed to the brink would lash out so recklessly, even trying to drag her down too.

Trying to use her as a shield?

Dream on!

Today, she would finish Vivian off completely, leaving her no chance of ever recovering.

"Absolute nonsense!"

Isabella straightened her spine, her face a mask of anger and indignation at being slandered.

"This woman has been sowing discord by my brother's side, poisoning our sibling relationship! Now, to divert attention, she's fabricating this absurd lie to smear me!"

She spoke with righteous fury, her tone forceful and clear.

"My brother saw through her true nature, which is why he decided to call off the engagement today!"

She looked at Vivian with contempt, demanding with righteous confidence:

"Proof? Where is your proof that I killed my son?"

"I am a daughter of the Sullivan family. What illegitimate child are you talking about? Slandering me like this in public—I will sue you until you're bankrupt!"

Isabella's words rang out with conviction, as if she had suffered a grave injustice.

Vivian stared at her blankly, a chill shooting from the soles of her feet to the top of her head.

She hadn't expected Isabella to be this deranged.

For the sake of revenge, she could completely abandon the last shreds of her conscience and moral底线.