Jordan Callahan rushed over, his chest heaving with anger.
He was supposed to be my fiancé, yet he publicly defended Kendall and accused me without hearing both sides of the story.
Thinking back to the moment before I died in my previous life, when he hated me with such intensity and the agony of being ruthlessly humiliated by those men, I couldn't help but feel a chill run down my spine.
"What? Now that you know your future wife was born to a maid, can you not accept it, Mr. Callahan?"
I glared at him coldly.
A flash of guilt crossed Jordan's eyes.
"You… know?"
"You were sent to Harlette by the Halton Family and our Callahan Family dared not disobey. Our engagement is naturally null and void. It was me who had been secretly in love with Kendall for years and actively sought this marriage from Mr. Princeton.
“Don’t take your anger out on Kendall; she hasn’t done anything wrong."
I exposed Kendall’s true colours without mercy.
“So, to summarise, she’s stolen my identity, taken my mother’s affection and forced me to marry in her place. Now she’s even taking my fiancé! She’s truly innocent, isn’t she?”
Those around us gasped in shock, their gazes toward Kendall growing increasingly complicated.
Kendall's face turned ashen.
Yet she picked up the hot tea by her side, forced herself to remain calm and walked toward me, bowing her head humbly to apologize.
"Lilian, I've wronged you, but in this situation today, could you spare me some dignity?"
Before I could respond, her body trembled violently and the scalding tea spilled all over her, turning her delicate, fair hands bright red.
The next moment, my cheeks also felt scorching hot and swelled up quickly.
My mother’s hand, still raised in mid-air, paused. She looked at my face, hesitated and after a long moment, managed to say, "Lilian, you’re being too harsh!"
She then turned her attention to Kendall's injuries.
Jordan also shielded Kendall behind him the moment she cried out in pain, cradling her hands as if they were precious treasures and breathing gently into them.
He then panicked and shouted for medical personnel to come and treat her.
I stood alone nearby, feeling utterly bored.
After the press conference ended, I took a taxi home feeling dejected.
Upon returning to my room, I found a letter on the vanity table, written in Jordan's familiar handwriting.
I opened it and saw the words [Breaking Off the Engagement] in bold letters, stinging my eyes.
He really could not wait to cut ties with me.
Well, that was fine. When we met again in the future, we would settle our scores—revenge for wrongs done!
Suddenly, the door creaked open.
I turned around to see my mother and to my surprise, there was a rare look of guilt in her eyes.
"Lilian... it was me who acted impulsively and hurt you. Please don't blame me..."
"Kendall's mother died because of me. I owe her my life.”
“Over the years, I've neglected you and caused you so much suffering. But I hope you and Kendall can get along well. You are both the most important people in my life!"
A cool sensation touched my cheek as my mother's fingertips, smeared with ointment, gently applied it to my face.
"You’re about to get married; a scar on your face won’t look good…"
How long had it been since she had spoken to me so softly?
A faint flicker of doubt stirred in my heart, but the next moment, her words sent my heart plummeting once more.
"What happened today was ultimately your fault for acting impulsively. Go apologize to Kendall and I'll pretend it never happened."
I looked at her in disbelief. "I didn’t do anything wrong. Why should I apologize to her?"
"You burned Kendall’s hand like that and you still have the nerve to say you’re not at fault? Lilian, how can you be so irresponsible?"
Larry stormed in, having heard about what happened during the day while he was at the office. He was eager to demand an explanation from me.
"I didn’t do anything wrong!"
