Chapter 435 - Four Hundred And Thirty-five: The Vincent-2 (1/2)

The best revenge against an Ex is to meet once again looking better, with someone better - Glimmy.

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The third point of view :

When her father mentioned them meeting, Cecil never imagined a family reunion - with Fernandez being the odd one out.

The tension was so great one could slice through it with a knife. In fact, the minute Cecil stepped in, no one said a word. It was so quiet that if a pin had been dropped, it would be heard quite loudly.

”Cecil?”

She heard her elder sister call her.

”Annie?”

Before she could even react, Annie had already walked over and flung herself on Cecil, almost pushing her to the ground with the momentum. Emerald's eyes went wide when he saw Cecil stumble back a bit and had reached out to catch her when she somehow found her footing.

He glared at Annie who was unaware of the fact that she almost signed her death certificate had Cecil fallen. Emerald was ready to protect his woman and their baby. God helps anyone who dares to touch a single hair on her body.

”Is it really you?” The girl pulled back, shifting Cecil's hair away from her face to get a clear view of her features, ”You don't look bad,”

”You too,” Cecil didn't know how to behave around her siblings; it was eighteen years lost between them.

”I've seen your progress over the years,” the woman gushed out amid tears, and secretly whispered into her ears, ”I'm a huge fan of your work. Your designs make up eighty percent of my wardrobe,”

Cecil was dumbfounded, her elder sister has been following her? Unbelievable. Doesn't this mean she was one of her top buyers? Cecil had a lot of VIP customers, so she couldn't tell if any of the Annies' was her sister. Even if there was one, she was sure her sister wouldn't go with her real name in fear of their father finding out.

You see, when their father chased her off, he had threatened to disown anyone that attempts to communicate with her as well - their mother was not left out.

Although her mother had secretly sent her enough money to take care of herself, she had ended all communication with her at that point - her marriage with her husband was more important. Well, Cecil couldn't blame her, Vincent gave her no choice. Vincent, was, of course, more of an authoritative figure in the family than a father and a husband. His word was the law and final.

”Sister,” another voice came from from the side and Cecil winced internally. Here, comes Mrs perfect and the least of the sister she was comfortable with.

Erica was their father's replica, both appearance and characterwise. She was daddy's perfect daughter since she sucked up to him and worshiped the very ground the man steps on. And of course, she was their father's favorite child, because she's the only one who ”listens” to him - so he claims.

”I'm so glad you're here, sister,” Erica embraced her.

”Are you sure?” Cecil was tempted to say but swallowed back her words. This was not the time to cause trouble. Even if trouble were to come, she would not be the first one to set it off.

”Thanks, I'm glad to see you too,” Cecil faked a smile to her as soon as they broke away.