Chapter 233: To Tear Down the Mitchell Family

“What?” Melissa’s face paled, her voice a mere whisper.

Even Everett, usually so composed, couldn't conceal the panic rising in his expression. A crushing weight settled upon him, a suffocating pressure as if his heart faltered. His face drained of color; he grimaced, clutching his chest.

“The medicine!” Harrison reacted instantly, his voice urgent. He rushed to Everett, producing a pill and placing it gently in his mouth. He rubbed Everett’ back soothingly, urging him to breathe.

The tense minutes stretched on until Everett’ breathing evened. Yet, the ordeal had aged him instantly—his body frail, his energy depleted. Leaning against the sofa, his voice a shadow of its former strength, he whispered, “Call a press conference. We have to own up to our mistakes, accept the consequences.”

Warren’s gaze hardened, his eyes colder than ice, his jaw clenched. “I understand, Grandpa.”

Vivienne’s actions had completely surprised them. Warren recalled her chilling words: “Watch closely as I dedicate myself to returning the Mitchell family to their humble beginnings.” His usually composed features were now a mask of cold fury. It wasn't an idle threat; Vivienne meant every word. She intended to destroy the Mitchell family, piece by piece. His hands clenched into fists, veins prominent as he fought to control his rage.

After helping Everett to his room, Melissa’s bitterness erupted. “That cunning little bitch, Vivienne! I never thought she’d betray us like this.”

Harrison sighed heavily, the gravity of the situation settling upon him. Turning to Warren, he said, “Let’s go to the company now, Warren.”

“Alright.”

Even though the Mitchells were reluctant to admit their wrongs, they had no choice but to swallow their pride.

Left alone, Melissa’s anger burned, a searing fire demanding release. Her hands trembled as she gathered her belongings, determined to confront Vivienne and settle the score. But as she reached the gate, a court summons arrived. Her eyes scanned the paper; her fingers shook uncontrollably, her breath catching in her throat. She collapsed to the ground, unprepared for the blow.

“Mrs. Mitchell!” a maid cried, rushing to help her up.

Melissa clung to the maid’s hands, her voice laced with panic. “Hurry! Call Harrison and Warren back!”

Warren remained at the company, but Harrison rushed home. Seeing Melissa's hysterical crying, he demanded answers. The maid quickly explained the situation. Lawsuits usually took time, but with Waldo Sinclair involved, an expedited process was likely.

“Honey, what are we going to do?” Melissa cried, her voice choked with sobs. “Diana is so young; she’s just a girl. If she goes to prison, how will she ever have a future? How will she get married?”

Harrison’s face darkened, realizing the full weight of the situation. It wasn't just Diana's reputation at stake—it was the entire Mitchell family's legacy. He sank into the sofa, tension evident as he lit a cigarette. “Only the one who caused the mess can clean it up. We need to get Vivienne to drop the lawsuit.”