Chapter 337 Come to Light
At that moment, nobody believed Meryl; they thought she was just stirring up trouble.
But as the old saying went, one never knew what it felt like until the shoe was on the other foot. Suddenly, Bianca found herself understanding Meryl’s anguish all too well.
As the crowd grew thicker, even the host, Julia, was drawn to the commotion.
Today was her birthday, and she approached Bianca, asking what was going on and if she needed help.
Bianca realized she couldn’t keep this fight going – not at someone else’s celebration.
She shot Malcolm a furious glare, then turned her attention to Sandra, who was nursing her bruised face.
“This isn’t over, Malcolm!” Bianca spat, her voice low and dangerous.
As she glanced around, she spotted Meryl heading for the exit. Without a second thought, Bianca hurried after her, desperation fueling her steps.
The moment Bianca left, Sandra, still sniffling, darted toward Malcolm, her voice dripping with faux innocence.
“Malcolm! Bianca is so rude! She doesn’t act like a woman at all!"
Her words struck a chord with Malcolm.
Bianca, the pampered only child, had never really faced hardship, and her strong-willed nature often clashed with his own.
“Making such a scene, she really has no idea how to handle things,” Malcolm grumbled, frustration bubbling beneath the surface.
“I noticed how furious she looked when she left. She won’t just let this slide; she might put all the blame on our Lydia!” Sandra added, her voice rising in panic.
Suddenly, she covered her face with her hands and burst into tears again.
“How am I supposed to show my face in public after being humiliated like that? What will happen to my flower shop?”
The mention of the flower shop made Malcolm pause.
With Bianca now aware of Sandra’s existence, there was no way she would let it go easily.
If he didn’t cut ties with Sandra completely, Celestial Ventures Group could be at risk.
With a calculated glance, Malcolm decided it was time to distance himself. “Sandra, I think it’s best if we don’t communicate for a while.”
Sandra’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Malcolm, what are you saying?”
“Your flower shop isn’t far from here. Just take a cab home. I’ve got things to handle. And be careful. Bianca might lash out and damage your shop.”
With that, he turned and walked away, leaving Sandra staring after him, fists clenched in frustration.
Twenty years had passed, yet Malcolm hadn’t changed a bit.
Back then, she had been his secretary, always by his side. As their professional relationship deepened, sparks had flown.
They hadn’t slept together often, but it was enough for Bianca to catch wind of it.
When Malcolm learned his wife was on her way home, he wasted no time firing Sandra.
Sandra had no choice but to take the money and leave, which had only fueled her resentment and led her to make the drastic decision to swap the babies.
Now, with anger bubbling inside her, Sandra grabbed her phone and dialed Lydia’s number.
“Lydia, we’ve got a serious problem. Bianca made a scene today. Your true parentage is about to come to light, and soon everyone will know you’re a love child.”
Lydia’s face went pale.
Just days ago, she had been forced to abort her pregnancy under Dalton’s pressure, only to be whisked away by Charlotte to the Aniston Villa.
It was a safe haven, as even Dalton wouldn’t dare cause a ruckus there.
Finally, after days of worry, her pregnancy had stabilized. But now, hearing that her secret was on the verge of exposure, she sprang to her feet, ready to leave.
“What are you doing? Get back in bed!”