Chapter 7 - Unrelenting shock paralyzes the arrogant socialite while her husband dismantles every single luxury asset with chilling precision in front of stunned domestic household staff members.
The morning sun broke through the storm clouds, casting a brilliant glare over the manicured lawns.
Vanessa dragged her heavy designer luggage down the grand staircase with trembling, exhausted arms.
The household staff stood in a neat row near the entrance, watching her downfall in silence.
Not a single person stepped forward to offer assistance or express sympathy for her plight.
Julian stood near the front door, holding the small white gift box that started the entire confrontation.
He opened the lid, revealing the delicate silver locket intended for Emily inside the velvet lining.
"Are you satisfied now, Julian?" Vanessa spat bitterly, pausing at the base of the stairs.
"You've ruined my reputation, my social standing, and my entire life over a brat."
Julian looked up at her with cold, unblinking eyes that showed zero trace of lingering affection.
"Emily is my daughter, Vanessa, and you raised your hand against an innocent six-year-old."
"She's a weakling who doesn't fit into our social circle!" Vanessa screamed hysterically.
The security guards stepped closer, grabbing the handles of her heavy luggage without hesitation.
"Put her in the taxi," Julian commanded quietly, gesturing toward the waiting yellow cab outside.
"A taxi? You are making me ride in a public taxicab?!" Vanessa shrieked in absolute horror.
"You wanted to live like a common criminal, so now you get to experience ordinary life."
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The guards shoved her gently but firmly through the front doors into the humid morning air.
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