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“Hey! What is going on here? What are you doing to my wife?”
All eyes darted toward the door, where Adrian had just arrived.
He was adorned in clean, comfortable, light- colored clothing, and sitting in a wheelchair with a soft blanket on his lap. Despite being seated, he had an air of power and nobility that commanded the room.
He shot lasers at Flora.
“What did my wife do to deserve you pulling her hair?” he demanded.
Flora, who had been feeling self-important, was caught off guard and began to stutter. “I… I didn’t pull her hair.”
Adrian wasted no time and barked, “Horace!”
Instantly, his assistant, who had been standing silently behind him, sprang into action and grabbed Flora’s arm.
“Ah! It hurts!” Flora screamed in terror as Horace dragged her away from Ciara, but she couldn’t free herself from his grip. Horace only released her when they were a safe distance away from Ciara.
Flora quickly scurried behind Glenda, cowering in fear
Adrian rolled his wheelchair toward Ciara, his eyes reflecting concern. “Are you okay?” he asked, his touch sending shivers down Ciara’s spine.
She couldn’t understand why the same man who so coldly dismissed her yesterday was now being so gentle and kind.
Ciara tried to pull her hand away from Adrian, but he held it tightly, not letting go.
“It’s okay,” he said. “I know I’m late. But I can’t move fast in a wheelchair. Don’t be mad at me, okay?”
Confused, Ciara stared at Adrian.
Meanwhile, Glenda saw an opportunity to save herself and quickly went to Adrian, apologizing profusely.
“It was all a misunderstanding. Flora was just playing with Ciara. She’s Andrew’s fiancee, and Ciara’s younger sister.”
As Glenda’s words hung in the air, a tense silence filled the room.
Adrian turned to Ciara and asked, “Is she really your sister?”
“half-sister.” Despite her reluctance to acknowledge the familial connection, Ciara nodded her head affirmatively.
But before she could utter another word, Adrian let out an audible sigh and made a disparaging comment. He muttered, “So ugly.”
The tension in the room heightened to levels unknown, and Flora’s seething rage was almost palpable. Her hands were balled into tight fists, and her nails were digging deep into her palms.
She couldn’t believe that Adrian was coming to Ciara’s defense. After all, Andrew had claimed that Adrian was planning to divorce Ciara.
Glenda struggled to understand what was happening and reluctantly spoke up. “Adrian, I’m glad you’ve awoken. As her mother, I’m relieved to know that you’ll be taking care of Ciara from now on.”
Adrian’s voice was icy as he replied, “Mother? Ciara informed me that her mother passed away a long time ago.”
Ciara couldn’t help but let out a laugh. She found Adrian’s caustic wit amusing when it was directed at someone other than herself.
Glenda’s face fell, but she didn’t want to risk losing her temper, so she forced a smile and asked, “Adrian, what brings you here today?”
Adrian chuckled in response. Without wasting any time, he got straight to the point and declared, “Ciara is now a member of the Lewis family since she married me. As a result, her assets are now mine as well. It’s best to distinguish them from the Mitchell family’s assets.”
His piercing gaze had the power to make Glenda cave in, even though he hadn’t raised his voice.
Ciara was stunned to know that Adrian was helping her to retrieve her part of the family property. She was unsure of how to react.
“The Mitchell family doesn’t have much property left…” Glenda’s attempts to resist Adrian’s frightening gaze quickly crumbled, and she reluctantly added, “We can cooperate and involve a lawyer for the accounting, if needed.”
But even as Glenda spoke, Ciara knew she was merely stalling for time, hoping to avoid the inevitable confrontation.
However, Adrian wasn’t fooled. “That won’t be necessary. I’ve already consulted my lawyers beforehand,” he said with a smirk.
Horace strode up confidently, brandishing two thick folders from his leather briefcase. He extended one to Glenda and Flora, the other to Ciara.
“Contained in here is the personal property that belonged to Ms. Mitchell’ birth mother and a breakdown of the share allocation for the real estate left by her father. Our legal team has already confirmed the details with the late Mr. Mitchell’ legal representative. If everything is satisfactory, kindly sign the documents.”
As they scrutinized the papers, Glenda’s and Flora’s complexions turned pale.
They couldn’t believe how thorough Adrian’s lawyers had been in crafting an airtight agreement. It was clear that Adrian had spared no expense in hiring the best legal minds to ensure everything was executed precisely.
Even after half an hour of combing through every word, they couldn’t find a single weakness to exploit.
Eventually, Glenda and Ciara signed the documents while the lawyer bore witness.
Four copies of the agreement were prepared, with Ciara pocketing one and Adrian keeping another. As Ciara put away her copy of the contract, she couldn’t help but notice the expensive earring hanging from Glenda’s left ear. “And return the rest of my mother’s belongings,” she demanded.
Glenda’s blood boiled with anger, but Adrian’s presence and his imposing assistant prevented her from losing her cool. She reluctantly took off the earring, her expression dark with resentment, and threw it toward Ciara.