Chapter 249 It’s Your Turn to Perform

Dante, dressed in a sharp suit, strode into view with a confident gait. His expression was dark and frightening. It was clear he had overheard the recent exchange.

He looked at Dalton and coldly said, “First of all, I didn’t cheat. Unlike you, you fornicated with Lydia a long time ago, so don’t talk about me behind my back. Secondly, as long as I haven’t divorced Anne, she is my wife, and I will protect her. So if you have a problem, take it up with me, not her. That’s rather uncouth, don’t you think?”

Anne was taken aback, not expecting Dante to show up. Seeing him defend her in front of so many people stirred mixed emotions within her.

Dalton, feeling cornered by the continuous confrontations, clenched his fists in anger.

At that moment, Lydia gently tugged at Dalton’s sleeve. “Dalton, it’s fine. I just bumped my head and had a concussion. A little injury is nothing. I won’t hold a grudge over this. It’s done. Meryl is still my sister, after all. And since it has already happened, dwelling on it is pointless.”

The situation had completely slipped out of Lydia’s control. Moreover, Anne was fighting fiercely today, and with Dante supporting her, Lydia realized that continuing to argue wouldn’t benefit her. She looked more pitiful than Meryl already, and that was enough.

Lydia covered her head. “Dalton, can you take me to the ward? I’m feeling a bit dizzy.”

Dalton glanced at her and noticed that she truly looked unwell, so he offered his arm to her. The doctor had indeed advised Lydia to rest well in bed.

At that moment, Chandler, who had been quiet, spoke up, “Are you leaving now?”

After speaking, Chandler walked past everyone toward Meryl, leaning in to whisper in her ear, “Have you had enough sleep? It’s your turn to perform.”

Chandler’s voice was low, only audible to Meryl. Hearing that, Meryl looked at Chandler in surprise. “Did he actually know I was fine and that I had just been sleeping last night? How did he find out? Did I reveal something? Did the others notice?”

Their intimate exchange made Dalton’s fists tighten again. His eyes turned red with jealousy, and he clenched his jaw.

Meryl slowly said, “Sorry, everyone, I bumped my head last night and felt pretty bad. I just woke up from a faint.”

Lydia looked at Meryl. Meryl lay on the hospital bed, looking drowsy, like someone who had just woken up. Lydia thought, “She doesn’t have a single scratch on her face, so how could she be feeling unwell? She said she fainted. Maybe she just fell asleep. If it weren’t for Dalton and Elias insisting that Meryl fell with me yesterday, I would doubt that Meryl even fell at all. Why do I have a headache and scratches while Meryl has no injuries? This is so unfair.”

“Lydia, are you still insisting I pushed you? Don’t you plan to tell the truth?” Meryl asked.

Lydia was taken aback and hurriedly replied, “It was you… Forget it, Meryl. I said I wouldn’t hold a grudge. Let’s move on.”

Lydia’s apparent magnanimity only revealed her sense of guilt.

Meryl smiled and then sighed, “Alright, since you’re so adamant, I admit I pushed you.”

Everyone was stunned. They initially thought Meryl would defend herself, but she just admitted it like that. Even Lydia was taken aback.