Chapter 679: Today, I Will Enforce Heaven’s Will and Ruin Your Face

Chapter 679: Chapter 679: Today, I Will Enforce Heaven’s Will and Ruin Your Face

Everyone present understood, but one particular woman was just that clueless.

Having been slapped, Mrs. Yates lost all reason. She clutched her face and roared, "Why did you hit me? Why should we have to pay? It was this bitch who offended me first!"

Three hundred million. That wasn’t thirty million, but three *hundred* million. Their family didn’t have much money to begin with; a payment like this would leave them without a single cent!

’She had to save that money to find a good family for her daughter. If the money was gone, what kind of rich man could she possibly find?’

’She couldn’t let her daughter live a hard life!’

Tears streamed down Mrs. Yates’s face as she shrieked hysterically, "Husband, we can’t pay! We can’t! If we pay, what will happen to Vivian? I don’t want my daughter to live a hard life... SOB... SOB..."

Phrased that way, her maternal love might have seemed touching, but neither Annabelle Linton nor Leona Grant was about to go soft.

’So her daughter was human, but other people’s children weren’t? Did they not deserve a good life?’

A whole year in a vegetative state. An entire year.

A perfectly healthy person, drugged and forced to lie in a bed for a year—all for the sake of one woman’s selfish desire to marry her daughter into a wealthy family.

During that year, had she ever once considered how much Annabelle Linton had suffered, or how many dangers she had faced?

It was precisely because of that year that Leona Grant and Annabelle Linton had lost so much time together.

Mr. Yates looked at his wife, his own heart aching terribly, but they couldn’t just walk away.

’What she did today... she’s truly gone too far.’

He softened his voice and said suggestively, "It’s alright, Holland. When you do something wrong, you have to take responsibility. Besides, this is our family heirloom. Even though it’s shattered, it can be glued back together and repaired.

Our money isn’t being wasted. We’re donating it to a charitable organization so more people can make good use of it. We can consider it a good deed. As for our Vivian, I’m not old yet. I can still earn more money."

The subtext was clear: ’Stop making a scene. The vase is broken, so we have to pay. We can earn more money for Vivian’s sake later. As long as we’re still standing, we can rebuild.’

Hearing that they absolutely had to pay, Mrs. Yates completely lost her mind.

She snatched a shard from the shattered vase and lunged toward Annabelle Linton, screaming hatefully, "It’s you! You bitch! You’ve bewitched everyone with that vixen face! I’ll serve justice today and destroy it! Let’s see you seduce any man after this!"

Everyone was stunned by her sudden move. Even Annabelle Linton hadn’t seen it coming.

Just as the shard was about to slice across Annabelle Linton’s face, a sharp glint flashed in Leona Grant’s eyes and he yanked her out of the way.

As a result, the shard sliced into Leona Grant’s forearm, where his shirt sleeve was partially rolled up.

The cut was deep, deep enough to see the flesh beneath as the wound gaped open.

The best way to describe it is that his skin was split wide open, the flesh torn.

If that shard had struck Annabelle Linton’s face, she would have been permanently disfigured...

Mrs. Yates’s eyes flew wide with terror. Her trembling hand dropped the shard. She stumbled backward, shaking her head violently.

’No, no, she had meant to ruin Annabelle Linton, not Leona Grant!’

’If she had known she would hurt Leona Grant, she never would have done it!’

Mrs. Yates shook her head in terror, stammering, "It wasn’t me! I didn’t do it! It was him—he got in the way himself!"

Blood dripped down, one drop after another...

Annabelle Linton gasped when she saw the wound on his arm, and she reached for it to get a better look.

Leona Grant gently pushed her hand away, cupping her face anxiously to examine her. "Are you okay? Did it get you anywhere?"