Dragging her broken leg, she spread her arms wide and shielded me tightly beneath her.
The wooden stool Vivienne hurled came crashing heavily down on my sister’s head.
Warm blood seeped into my hands.
Panicking, I tried to dial for emergency help.
Vivienne pulled on her clothes and calmly crushed my phone under her heel.
I had seen her playful, happy and even guilty expressions before—but this was the first time I saw such cold, merciless eyes.
“If you want this idiot to live, then obey and shut your mouth!”
“My husband’s position is still yours and I can even hire the best doctors for your sister. But don’t ask about the things between me and Lucian anymore.”
My sister, dazed and confused, didn’t understand what had happened, yet clumsily wiped my tears.
“My little Dorian, don’t cry. I'm here!”
I gave in.
After the initial panic, Vivienne and Lucian became completely reckless.
Their affair spread within our small circle. Some people scolded them for being ungrateful and even the company’s IPO plans were affected.
Most importantly, Vivienne became pregnant.
She came to me, hoping I would divorce her and publicly admit that I and my sister had been the ones interfering.