He grew even angrier. He was finally getting a taste of how she must have felt when he abandoned her to flirt with Joanna.


    Joanna looked at Sebastian, her eyes pleading for help. If she was thrown out of here, her reputation would be ruined. This Mrs. Wilson was doing it on purpose.


    Her gaze was a desperate appeal. “Sebastian, what my mother did has nothing to do with me. Please," she begged.


    She spoke in a near whisper. It had been a long time since she had begged anyone for anything.


    She looked at Sebastian expectantly, but his handsome face was devoid of any emotion.


    In fact, his eyes had bepletely unfamiliar.


    Sebastian turned to Joanna. "Ms. Scott, your mother made a mistake. You should take her home and help her reflect on it. Mrs. Wilson doesn''t want you here anyway."


    Joanna was stunned.


    Even his answer was so dismissive?


    Sebastian''s lips curved into a slight smirk. “Mr. Scott, aren''t you going to escort them out?"


    Nathan had already lost all face. He didn''t want to stay a moment longer and never wanted to attend an event like this again.


    He was a man who valued his pride, but his pride was a hollow thing. He was hopelessly poor.


    Without Wendy, he would have spent his life in obscurity, living paycheck to paycheck.


    But now, looking back, what had he made of his life?


    Without Wendy, he was nothing.


    He shot a cold look at his wife and daughter. "Aren''t you leaving? Do you want to stay here and embarrass yourselves further? If you want to stay, stay by yourselves."


    With that, Nathan strode away. He wasn''t about to be thrown out by Mrs. Wilson''s security guards.


    Joanna gave Sebastian onest, wounded look before turning and leaving.


    Sophia scurried after them.


    Natalie was surprised. She looked at Sebastian; he hadn''t defended Joanna. It was a little unsettling.


    After all, in the past, he had tolerated anything Joanna did.


    Sebastian met her questioning gaze. What was that look supposed to mean?


    Mrs. Wilson smiled and addressed the crowd loudly, "I apologize for tonight''s disy. I know it was disgraceful, but this is how I handle things My husband betrayed me, secretly plotted a divorce and tried to hide our assets. For my own safety, I had no choice but to expose this matter. No one wants to air their pain and humiliation in public, but I was left with no other option. I hope you can all understand."


    Mrs. Wilson spoke naturally, a polite smile on her face.


    Only Wendy knew the depth of pain and hatred behind her words.


    They had both suffered the same betrayal and humiliation, and at the hands of the


    same woman.


    She had reyed today''s scene in her mind countless times, and she was satisfied with the oue.


    But when she thought about how


    her entire life had been a lie, seeing


    that woman''s ugly face exposed to the world didn''t bring her the satisfaction she had expected There was no feeling of relief.


    Instead, waves of pain crashed over her, flooding her chest.


    The price of enlightenment was losing everything, and it was far too high.


    From the moment she learned the truth, her heart had been torn to shreds every night.


    Letting go of the past was not an easy thing to do.


    Most of the guests were simply


    enjoying the drama, though some et


    approached Mrs. Wilson to offer


    words offort content


    Mrs. Wilson smiled, assured them she was fine, and invited everyone to dinner.


    Wendy''s gaze snapped to Natalie, who was standing beside Marshall. She walked towards her.


    She asked tentatively, “Natalie, can you talk with me for a moment?”