Chapter 571: Magnanimously Raising His Mistress

From the living room came a sound of pitiful crying.

"Uncle Law, I’m begging you, Adrian doesn’t want to see me, what should I do? Boo hoo, Rosalind can only come to you now..."

Cecilia Vaughn’s expression shattered; she originally held a bag to visit The Matriarch of the Law Family with ginseng, but unexpectedly, due to Rosalind White’s words, she suddenly couldn’t hold the item steady, and it fell directly to the floor.

...

A loud bang immediately awakened the two individuals facing each other in the living room.

Rosalind White and the current Family Head, Frank Law, turned around together.

Cecilia Vaughn’s eyes were dazed, almost meeting their gaze in the next moment.

Rosalind White still had that same clear and gentle appearance, but perhaps crying to the pit of her stomach these days, the corners of her eyes were reddened, adding a touch of vulnerability that provoked sympathy, resembling a pear blossom with rain or a rose about to wither in the wind.

Beautiful and exquisite, enticingly charming, yet so weak that it made one want to protect her.

Frank Law, on the other hand, was dressed in a suit and tie, although nearly fifty, still appeared graceful and well-maintained; that face could be believed to be thirty, and he probably never lacked young girls throwing themselves at him.

...

At this moment, Cecilia Vaughn couldn’t help but maliciously think, back then, Tyson Law’s mother Mabel Keaton also managed to edge someone out to become the rightful wife, so why did Rosalind White, having watched such an excellent, handsome, mature, and manly Frank Law all her life, end up falling in love with his son instead?

Of course, Cecilia Vaughn only complained inwardly.

As Cecilia Vaughn was inwardly criticizing, Rosalind White turned her face with fragile charm, timidly opening her lips, showing an expression of fright.

"Sister- Sister-in-law... did you hear everything?"

Looking at her lotus-like appearance reminiscent of a great spectacle, Cecilia Vaughn’s slight anger in her heart inexplicably turned into a sort of irony and ridiculousness.

She inexplicably calmed down, and even upon hearing a woman admitting to having an affair with her husband, possibly even conceiving a bastard, she managed a smile, curling her lips, and even had the leisure to pick up the valuable ginseng she’d bought from the floor.

— Tsk, it was meant as a gift for Stacy Summers; the old lady’s health wasn’t good. Cecilia had specially asked Mona Summers to find the best pharmacy, and if her effort was wasted on such a shameless woman as Rosalind White, it’d be a major sin.

...

"Everything I should and shouldn’t have heard seems to have entered my ears, Miss White. Do you think I should feel embarrassed for you now, or be embarrassed about my situation?"

Cecilia Vaughn looked at her, half-smiling; although she and Rosalind White had considerable resemblance in facial features, both having willow brows, black hair, apricot eyes, and even a subtly similar curve to their lips.

But in terms of temperament and perception, they were entirely different.

Perhaps due to spending three years in prison, Cecilia Vaughn’s aura leaned towards being crisp and cold, having a sense of aloof isolation, causing her to look obliquely at people with a smile that gave off unease, unlike Rosalind White’s gentle warmth.

Rosalind White was at the moment made uncomfortable by the gaze Cecilia Vaughn cast upon her.

But recalling her irregular menstrual cycle and the hospital blood test stating she was almost assuredly pregnant, courage inexplicably swelled within her.

She stared directly at Cecilia Vaughn, eyes suddenly brimming with tears, making her already pitiful face appear more delicate.

"Sister-in-law... I know it’s me and Adrian who wronged you, but can’t you understand the uncontrollable feeling? Love knows no order of arrival, not to mention, Adrian and I grew up together. I’ve wanted to promise myself to him, but eventually, we missed the chance in our rounds."

"Are you implying that I intruded into your and my husband’s relationship?"

Rosalind White managed a bitter smile; tear beads rolled down her delicate face, as she bowed her head, leaving only a slender neck, resembling a weak woman incapable of bearing the weight.

"Sister-in-law, I didn’t mean it... Now, carrying Adrian’s child, what can I do?"

"Sister-in-law, you’re still so young, and you look so beautiful. With Radiant Group supporting you, if you leave Adrian, he and I would ensure compensation for you, even though you might not find someone as exceptional as Adrian, you could lead a carefree and wealthy life."

...

Cecilia Vaughn clicked her tongue inwardly.

"Dare say you’ve arranged my future path, haven’t you?"

Cecilia Vaughn looked somewhat amused at Rosalind White.

"Does my husband know about the plans you’ve discussed?"

When mentioning Adrian, Cecilia Vaughn’s few strands of anger and irritation dissipated slightly, even smiling a cornered lip; the main cold smile had now also stained a bit of mischief towards her beloved.

...

A jolt of fear ran through Rosalind White’s heart as she watched Cecilia Vaughn’s inexplicably unnerving smile, yet seeing things as they were, she had no retreat left.

"Sister-in-law... I’m sorry, truly sorry; in fact, Rosalind White doesn’t dare aspire to anything, but if you could provide a place for me and the baby, we could all live together, couldn’t we?"

Cecilia Vaughn snorted, unable to contain her laughter further.

"Miss White, your story keeps escalating, doesn’t it? I remember bigamy is illegal, isn’t it?"

"How can you be so disagreeable? Should the bloodline of Law Family be left to drift outside?"

Frank Law cast a cold glance at Cecilia Vaughn, instantly reprimanding her.

Cecilia Vaughn recalled how Mabel Keaton became a rightful wife by edging out others and birthed Tyson Law, instantly understanding the lewdness behind this middle-aged man’s thoughts.

A man might enjoy the luxury of numerous wives, but if the wife did the same, she’d be abandoned and unable to recover for eternity.

"Dear Uncle Law, is your intention for me to swallow insults and nourishments while Adrian has a love child, flower, and grass outside, and expect me to generously support them?"

...

Frank Law furrowed his brow.

"I hear about your frequent visits to Chinese medicine clinics with Adrian. Such a body, how can you bear children for the Law Family? If Rosalind bears one for you and Adrian, wouldn’t that be ideal?"

"..."

The Qing Dynasty has long since ended, yet hearing about offspring is a first for Cecilia Vaughn in reality.

"Uncle Law, perhaps you don’t comprehend the law, but may I ask, legally, isn’t Adrian’s legitimate wife still me?"

"So what?"

Frank Law’s expression was dismissive.

"No matter..."

Cecilia Vaughn didn’t let it irritate her anymore, uninterested in arguing with such people; she put down her belongings, walked up to Rosalind White, and under her incredulous gaze, delivered two slaps effortlessly!

"Slap, convinced?"