Grace took a step back, her gaze ice-cold.
“You dare touch me.”
Lucian’s hand froze in mid-air.
He suddenly realized that the Grace standing before him had changed.
She was no longer the pushover who would silently endure his abuse.
Her expression was calm, detached, and held a hint of… disdain.
That look in her eyes was infuriating.
Just then, Lilian, who had been hiding in the background, suddenly took off her mask and sunglasses and rushed forward, crying.
She grabbed Grace’s arm, tears instantly welling in her eyes.
“Grace, I know you blame me. You blame all of us.”
“But I know I was wrong now. I’m begging you, please let us go. Let Ethan go, okay?”
Her acting was as superb as ever.
Her voice wasn’t loud, but it was choked with sobs, just enough for everyone nearby to hear clearly.
“Wasn’t it enough for you to steal my man? Now you have to destroy my only chance at a wedding, too?”
“Grace, do you… really hate seeing me happy that much?”
Her words were loaded with implications.
The crowd of onlookers instantly erupted.
“Whoa, what’s going on? She stole her sister’s man? And ruined her wedding?”
“She looks so quiet and professional. I never would have guessed she was that kind of person.”
“Tsk, you really can’t judge a book by its cover. This is like something out of a drama, the evil older sister.”
The murmurs and pointing fingers came from all directions, reaching Grace’s ears.
Grace watched Lilian’s performance with a blank expression.
She couldn’t even be bothered to defend herself.
She knew it was pointless, like talking to a brick wall.

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