Chapter 431

Only after Qiyuan exhausted his rampage did Wallace order other staff to hospitalize the unconscious maid, never glancing her way.

Qiyuan then collapsed into Wallace’s arms, sobbing violently.

When his tears subsided, Wallace revealed her daughter’s whereabouts.

Wallace declared Qiyuan the Argent family’s sole heir—no illegitimate child would ever be recognized.

He added: if Qiyuan couldn’t stand her existence, he should “handle” her. After all, she was insignificant trash, utterly meaningless.

These details came from an Argent maid with a conscience, who recounted every particular to Alarieka.

She had once suspected that the Argent family’s servants might be exaggerating, so she secretly investigated. But with her limited abilities, she couldn’t uncover any information.

Alarieka deeply regretted leaving her daughter home alone that day while she went job hunting.

Her Nina had always been well-behaved, quietly reading picture books at home without causing any fuss.

That very day, Yuan Argent stormed into her rundown rental apartment with security guards, seized her daughter, and viciously held the child down on the floor. He burned her daughter’s arm with a lighter.

Only when Alarieka returned did she discover her daughter curled up and crying in the bathroom.

The little girl’s face was deathly pale, her eyes red and swollen from crying. Horrifying burn marks covered her slender, delicate arms.

All details about what happened in the rental apartment came from an anonymous email sender.

In the video, Kieran Qi Yuan sat disdainfully on the living room sofa, legs crossed, impatiently directing the Argent family’s bodyguards to pin down her daughter. He pulled a lighter from his pocket, his smile both malicious and childlike as he held the flame to her daughter’s arm.

Her daughter, just a few years old, was immobilized by several towering male bodyguards. The child’s piercing screams, amplified through the speakers, were heart-wrenching, leaving Alarieka’s eyes blazing with fury.

She stormed to the Argent estate for justice, only to be dragged out by their bodyguards and thrown beyond the gates of the Argent’s villa.

Kieran Argent’s words followed her: “Reaping what you sow.”

And there was Rose, clutching her son, laughing triumphantly as she strode away.

Memories surged and receded like tides, yet her hatred remained undiminished, climbing relentlessly.

Alarieka’s gaze grew colder, her eyes barely concealing the venom within. The shift in her expression even drew Shi Yao’s sidelong glance.

“Alarieka, Alarieka…”

Gradually snapping back to reality, Alarieka noticed Kieran Qi Yuan watching her warily, shrinking into Rose’s embrace.

An internal scoff rose within her. Slowly lifting her eyes, she met the stares of Kieran and Rose.

Shi Yao leaned closer. “Alarieka, what happened just now? I called you several times.”

Alarieka murmured, “I’m fine.”

Rose looked genuinely startled. “Alarieka, you… what a coincidence! Here for dinner too?”

Alarieka’s lips curved slightly as her eyes swept over Rose’s meticulously maintained skin and figure. “Yes. What a coincidence.”

Just then, Paloma Wyatt turned at the sound, surprise flickering in her eyes. “Alarieka.”

Alarieka nodded. “Ms. Wyatt, it’s been a while. We’ll catch up later.”

Ms. Wyatt’s gaze held a touch of melancholy.

Turning back to Kieran Qi Yuan nestled against Rose, Alarieka smiled casually. “So this is your child with Mr. Argent?”

At the mention of her son, Rose seemed to gain confidence. She pressed closer to Kieran, pulling the boy forward. “Yes, my and Kieran’s son. Kieran Qi Yuan, but we call him Yuan Yuan.” She emphasized “my and Kieran’s,” the implication hanging thick in the air.

Rose took Yuan Yuan’s hand, her voice gentle. “Come now, Yuan Yuan. Say hello to Auntie Alarieka.”

Alarieka gave a light chuckle, silent.