Chapter 86
Mrs. Chancer’s fury flared as she stormed toward Sarah, her once–feigned elegance abandoned in favor of rage. Her twisted
expression revealed nothing but hatred as she screamed, “You shameless woman! You dare to slander my daughter after all your disgraceful deeds?”
The lavish effort she had put into this event–meticulously planned to elevate her family’s standing–was now reduced to a
humiliating spectacle because of Sarah. Desperation overwhelmed her, and she lunged at Sarah, claws outstretched, as though to
shred both her words and her face.
Her outburst was a shocking departure from her usual demeanor as a refined matriarch. The other socialites in the room.
exchanged looks of disdain, appalled by her behavior.
Charlotte, still maintaining a sliver of rationality, hurried to stop her. “Lucy! Come back!” she called. T
But it was too late. Lucy had already thrown herself at Sarah in a blind rage.
“Get back!” Zachary’s icy voice sliced through the chaos as he swiftly pulled Sarah into his arms.
Lucy missed her target entirely and stumbled to the ground, landing face–first in an unceremonious heap.
The room fell silent as all eyes turned to the scene. Lucy’s carefully styled hair was now a tangled mess, and the pearl necklace around her neck had snapped, scattering beads across the floor.
Her embarrassment was palpable. Realizing the state she was in and seeing the judgmental stares directed at her, Lucy’s eyes
brimmed with tears, and she began sobbing uncontrollably.
What a pathetic, satisfying sight.
Sarah stood tall, looking down at Lucy with cold detachment, as though observing a pitiful stray dog. How laughable, she thought. This was the Chancer family’s pride–a woman who resorted to childish tantrums the moment things didn’t go
her way.
Mrs. Chancer rushed to her daughter’s side, helping her up and shooting Sarah a venomous glare. “You vile creature! How dare you treat my daughter like this? This is the Chancer household–you have no right to behave like this here!”
The chaos had thrown the once–glamorous banquet into disarray. James’s frustration reached its peak. He still couldn’t understand why Lucy had insisted on inviting Sarah in the first place. Now, the humiliating video of Lucy and a man played on the screen for everyone to see, leaving James mortified.
“Sarah,” James said, his voice laced with anger. “Did you put up that video?”
“Yes,” Sarah replied, her voice calm and frosty.
James’s expression darkened with disappointment. “It was really you? Why would you do this?”
Sarah’s eyes narrowed. “Perhaps you should first ask what your sister was planning to do to me?” Her words were sharp, cutting
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straight to the heart of the matter.
Charlotte quickly stepped in to mediate, her tone gentle and placating. “James, let’s not make this worse.”
Turning to Sarah, she added, “Miss Sanders, no matter what, today is Lucy’s birthday. She invited you here to celebrate with her. Why did you have to take things this far? After all, you were once part of the Chancer family. Even though you’re divorced now, she still called you her sister–in–law for three years. Can’t you let bygones be bygones?
As she spoke, Charlotte dabbed her eyes with a handkerchief, painting herself as a victim caught in the crossfire.
Sarah’s lips curled into a cold smile. “James,” she began, her tone steady, “three years ago, I married into the Chancer family. You know better than anyone how many times Lucy actually regarded me as her sister–in–law. I treated her well during those years, but she never learned her lesson and continued to make trouble for me. At the Reynolds banquet, she went so far as to hire people to humiliate me. And now, she tried to play defamatory photos of me on the screen tonight. All I did was beat her to the punch.”
Mrs. Chancer’s fury erupted once more, her voice rising to a screech. “Lies! Lucy is the kindest soul! It’s her birthday, and you chose to ruin it with your cruelty!”
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