Chapter 517

Sasha stood stunned for a few seconds.

Soon, she snapped out of it and hurriedly covered Yvette’s mouth. “Yvette, don’t talk nonsense! If your sister really loves Mr. Hunt, let them be. How will they face each other if you reveal all that?”

Rachel said without any hesitation, “Go ahead and speak your mind, Yvette. I don’t mind.”

She was filled with disgust for this family.

Sasha was not trying to stop Yvette—she was clearly hoping for just the opposite.

Even if Yvette decided not to share the so-called secret, seeds of doubt would already be sown between Rachel and Tyler.

Sasha’s words would be a thorn lodged in Tyler’s throat. What did she mean by that? She was blatantly hinting that the secret Yvette was about to spill would potentially affect their relationship and deal a huge blow to Tyler.

How scheming of them!

Unfortunately for that mother-and-daughter pair, Rachel didn’t care about the secret they thought they had. Her relationship with Tyler was merely transactional, not genuine in the slightest.

Rachel straightened her back and demanded of Yvette, instead of stopping her, “Go on, tell us what Tyler doesn’t know.”

Yvette lowered her head meekly, her previous brash and overbearing posture all but gone. Her voice was muffled with hesitation, as though she was forced to say what she was about to say.

“In that case, don’t blame me for this, Rachel. I just think that since you’re now with Mr. Hunt, honesty should be the best policy between you two. If you keep mum about it and Mr. Hunt finds out the truth some other way, it’ll be detrimental to your relationship.”

Rachel wrapped her arms around her chest, her interest piqued as to what Yvette had in store for her.

“Sure. Go ahead.”

Yvette turned to Tyler and said, “You might not know this, Mr. Hunt, but Rachel was sexually assaulted by her homeroom teacher in high school, and he went pretty far. The entire incident blew up, and many people knew about it.”

The look on Rachel’s face froze at Yvette’s mention of the traumatic incident. She clenched her fists so hard, her nails dug into the flesh of her palm, and all the color drained from her lips.

She had kept the trauma from this incident to herself all these years, and no one had explicitly raised it in front of her. All along, she had been trying to forget about it.

Despite knowing how traumatic the incident was to her, Yvette mercilessly tore open the wound she had kept hidden over the years.

Tyler subconsciously turned to look at Rachel. His eyes were dark and foreboding, even more unfathomable than usual.

Rachel couldn’t quite figure out what was going through his mind.

One thing was for sure—he wouldn’t detest her for it.

They were putting on an act to get what they each needed. There was no need for him to be offended by something like this.

The tension in the air turned thick and suffocating.

Rachel could sense everyone in the room looking at her with strange expressions on their faces, as though she were an alien.

Did they all forget the fact that she was the victim? Why were they all looking at her like that?

She was no saint, however, and wouldn’t stand idly by watching Yvette hurt her like this. She suppressed the bitterness raging in her heart and looked at Yvette.

“Thank you for that announcement, Yvette. I have something to tell you, too. Given all the filthy things you’ve done to the company, I’ve decided to tell Dad the truth. I’m sure he’ll decide on how to deal with it.”

That immediately wiped the smug look from Yvette’s face. She glared at Rachel, her lips pursed tightly into a thin line.