Her Scissors Cut My Hair, But His Betrayal Cut Deeper - Chapter 143: Chapter 143
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With these words, everyone was stunned.
The hall fell completely silent.
Jonah was the first to react, looking at me in disbelief.
"Madison, to spite me, you're actually marrying a man in a vegetative state? Are you that desperate to be married?"
Victor quickly interjected with a forced smile.
"Dad, what kind of joke is this? My brother is still lying in the hospital. How can he marry, let alone be the family head?"
The doors opened again, and Vincent, impeccably dressed in a tailored suit, stood before them, completely unharmed.
The elder Mr. Blake's voice boomed: "The second announcement is that Vincent has completed his treatment and has fully recovered."
Victor stammered, "This... this is impossible!"
Vincent strode toward Victor, his dark eyes flashing with icy light.
"Victor, are you disappointed to see me standing here perfectly fine?"
Mrs. Blake tugged at his sleeve. He swallowed hard, composing himself.
"That's not what I meant. Of course I'm happy you're safely back."
"But why did you keep this from your family? It's truly hurtful..."
Vincent's voice was utterly cold, devoid of warmth: "Speaking of being hurt, Victor, what you did is what truly broke my heart."
"To fight for the position of family head, you would go so far as to attempt to kill your own brother. Tell me, do you deserve to be called a brother?"
These words caused an uproar among the guests.
Victor shouted in angry embarrassment: "Stop slandering me! How could I do something so despicable?"
"Vincent, even if you are the family head, you can't disrespect your elder brother like this!"
Suddenly, Jonah grabbed my arm, his eyes red.
"Madison, is this how you're getting revenge on me? By teaming up with my uncle to frame my parents!"
I tried to break free, but Jonah gripped my arm tightly.
"Let her go!"
Vincent had somehow appeared in front of us, his eyes fixed on Jonah with a chilling intensity that made everyone shudder.
Jonah trembled slightly, unconsciously releasing me.
Vincent positioned me behind him and raised his voice: "Bring him in!"
Two security guards entered, escorting a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties.
The man's clothes were torn, and his face was bruised, looking utterly disheveled.
"James? What are you doing here? I thought you quit and went back to your hometown?" Jonah asked in confusion.
Vincent spoke calmly: "So you admit this man works for your family?"
"Yes, he used to be our driver..."
Mrs. Blake hurriedly covered his mouth: "Jonah, stop talking nonsense! We don't know this man!"
The hall fell completely silent.
Jonah was the first to react, looking at me in disbelief.
"Madison, to spite me, you're actually marrying a man in a vegetative state? Are you that desperate to be married?"
Victor quickly interjected with a forced smile.
"Dad, what kind of joke is this? My brother is still lying in the hospital. How can he marry, let alone be the family head?"
The doors opened again, and Vincent, impeccably dressed in a tailored suit, stood before them, completely unharmed.
The elder Mr. Blake's voice boomed: "The second announcement is that Vincent has completed his treatment and has fully recovered."
Victor stammered, "This... this is impossible!"
Vincent strode toward Victor, his dark eyes flashing with icy light.
"Victor, are you disappointed to see me standing here perfectly fine?"
Mrs. Blake tugged at his sleeve. He swallowed hard, composing himself.
"That's not what I meant. Of course I'm happy you're safely back."
"But why did you keep this from your family? It's truly hurtful..."
Vincent's voice was utterly cold, devoid of warmth: "Speaking of being hurt, Victor, what you did is what truly broke my heart."
"To fight for the position of family head, you would go so far as to attempt to kill your own brother. Tell me, do you deserve to be called a brother?"
These words caused an uproar among the guests.
Victor shouted in angry embarrassment: "Stop slandering me! How could I do something so despicable?"
"Vincent, even if you are the family head, you can't disrespect your elder brother like this!"
Suddenly, Jonah grabbed my arm, his eyes red.
"Madison, is this how you're getting revenge on me? By teaming up with my uncle to frame my parents!"
I tried to break free, but Jonah gripped my arm tightly.
"Let her go!"
Vincent had somehow appeared in front of us, his eyes fixed on Jonah with a chilling intensity that made everyone shudder.
Jonah trembled slightly, unconsciously releasing me.
Vincent positioned me behind him and raised his voice: "Bring him in!"
Two security guards entered, escorting a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties.
The man's clothes were torn, and his face was bruised, looking utterly disheveled.
"James? What are you doing here? I thought you quit and went back to your hometown?" Jonah asked in confusion.
Vincent spoke calmly: "So you admit this man works for your family?"
"Yes, he used to be our driver..."
Mrs. Blake hurriedly covered his mouth: "Jonah, stop talking nonsense! We don't know this man!"
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