Thalia was speechless. However, Daisy was her niece, so she had the servants take Daisy to the upstairs guest room. After all, Daisy was still unconscious. Thalia thought, "It would be difficult to explain this to Jeffrey if I sent her back to the Ruiz family like this."

The servants were busy escorting Daisy to the room. Tiffany, as usual, remained calm throughout the incident. She ate her favorite food slowly, without glancing at Daisy. Richard did the same.

Eric, still at the dining table, innocently asked, "What's wrong with Daisy? How could she faint while picking up her fork? And the fork didn't even fall far."

Charlie and Thalia were stunned. The dropped fork lay on the floor, but Daisy had fainted on the other side of the table, near Richard. Some things go unnoticed until they're exposed; then, everyone scrutinizes them.

After considering this, Thalia's face darkened. She immediately called the Ruiz family, saying in an unfriendly tone, "Daisy is at my house. Send someone to pick her up."

Molly answered the phone. Rushing over, she apologized profusely: "I'm so sorry, Aunt Thalia, Charlie, Tiffany, and Richard. I'm so sorry. Daisy has been so insensible and disruptive…"

"It's alright," Thalia replied, more tolerant of Molly.

Though biological sisters, Molly and Daisy had vastly different personalities. Molly, the elder sister, had always been sensible and elegant, a typical wealthy family's daughter. Daisy, conversely, was rebellious and often behaved outrageously.

Thalia thought, 'Just like today, Daisy even tried to… She asked for it!' Instead of saying this directly, she said, "Bring Daisy home. She's no longer a child. It's time your father disciplined her."

"Alright, Aunt Thalia. I'll tell him," Molly replied.

Molly didn't stay long. After having the driver load Daisy into the car, she said goodbye and prepared to leave, but Tiffany stopped her. "Molly, wait."

Molly turned, smiling. "Tiffany, what is it?"

Tiffany pulled Molly aside, away from the others. Pointing to a bite mark on Molly's wrist, she asked bluntly, "Daisy bit you, didn't she?"

"Um, yes…" Molly nodded with a bitter smile. "She's ruthless. She almost took a bite out of me! It still hurts. I don't know what to do with her."

Tiffany said, "Molly, she's not worth your effort. Don't bother with her anymore, lest you suffer."

Tiffany's gaze was calm, her bright eyes revealing an unfathomable depth. Molly was stunned, almost thinking Tiffany was joking, but she wasn't; she was giving serious advice.

The Ruiz family had been cold and heartless in the past, abandoning Charlie and ridiculing Thalia's plea for medical funds. But Molly had secretly given Thalia a bank card, saying sincerely, "I'm sorry, Aunt Thalia. This is all I have. If it's not enough, I'll find a way to get more."

Without Molly's help, hospitalized Charlie wouldn't have survived. Tiffany felt compelled to reciprocate this kindness. She remembered Molly's tragic past: helping Daisy only to be gang-raped and subsequently attempting suicide. Daisy, meanwhile, suffered no consequences.

Tiffany vowed silently, "This tragedy will not be repeated." She warned Molly, "Soon, you might hear Daisy got into a bar fight and injured someone. She'll ask for your help. Don't go."

With that, Tiffany turned and left. Molly, dazed, got into the car, wondering, 'Why does Tiffany seem so mysterious? She's completely different from her usual shy self.' She dismissed it.

No one seemed to enjoy the Kelley family's fancy dinner. Charlie sighed. Fortunately, Daisy was gone. With her gone, the atmosphere relaxed considerably.

The servants arranged the fruit Tiffany had picked, its sweet scent filling the air.

"Oh?" Thalia tasted a grape. "This tastes different from what I buy. It's sweeter, not astringent at all."

"Dad, Mom, eat more. It's good for your skin," Tiffany said playfully.

"Oh, darling, you're so sweet," Charlie and Thalia smiled, eyes full of love.

Tiffany and Richard left in the evening for their privacy as newlyweds. From afar, Tiffany saw Thalia give Richard something, which he secretly pocketed. It seemed mysterious. Tiffany was puzzled but refrained from asking.

Chapter 641

At night, Royal Bay glittered. The huge villa stood imposingly under the night sky. Everything was exquisite and grand.

After showering, Tiffany watched a drama in bed when Richard joined her, his gaze intense. His handsome face held a captivating smile.

Tiffany raised an eyebrow. "Something you want to tell me?"

Richard said, "Baby, you haven't posted anything about me lately."

Tiffany laughed. "We're married, everyone knows you're my husband. Why would I post? Are you afraid I'll leave you?"

Richard replied without hesitation, "Yes." (He thought, If I don't push it, God knows how many guys will try to seduce my wife.')*

Tiffany blinked. Before she could respond, Richard said thoughtfully, "The property deed…"

Tiffany's eyes widened in confusion.

Richard chuckled, retrieving the property deed Thalia had given him earlier. It was in both their names.

Tiffany was shocked. "When did you do this? We have a home together now!"

Richard laughed lightly. "Thalia helped."

Tiffany was silent, realizing she'd guessed as much. She playfully raised his chin. "In that case, I will enjoy my wifely rights!"