"You bastard! Stop this right now! Haven't you embarrassed the wedding enough?!"
The fierce gust of a slap swept forth, and Cecilia Vaughn felt a chill before her body, unable to clearly see who it was yet sensing ill intentions...
The three years in prison weren't in vain; if you're weak and passive, you'll get beaten. Thus, Cecilia's body instinctively raised her arm, fiercely blocking the opponent's arm!
"Ouch, my arm..."
A cry of pain reached her ears, and Cecilia Vaughn focused her gaze, realizing it was her jerk of a father, Gregory Vaughn.
...
A sarcastic curve appeared at the corner of Cecilia Vaughn's lips.
"What, Father, do you think it's my fault that the wedding is embarrassing? There's a saying, 'a clear conscience laughs at false accusations'—if Fiona was upright, how would today's scene have happened?"
"You ungrateful daughter! Let go of me now!"
Gregory Vaughn cursed, eager to slap Cecilia across the face.
