Chapter 5
“His heart belongs to Yvonne, huh?” Daphne thought to herself.
She let out a soft chuckle as tears streamed down her face.
Wilson had never once stood up for her like that even when Leena refused to accept her as part of the family nor when the Farrells excluded her and gave her a hard time.
It was just as expected from someone Wilson cherished with all his heart—Yvonne was treated so differently.
“Get lost!” Daphne fumed all of a sudden, pointing at the main door. “The three of you, get lost! I don’t want to see any of you ever again!”
Daphne had hypoglycemia. Early in the morning, Ava called her to the office before she could get any breakfast, and now, she was so infuriated by the rest of them that it made her lightheaded. Her knees felt weak all of a sudden, and she almost collapsed to the ground.
“Ms. Yeager!”
Feigning concern, Yvonne stepped forward to help her. Then, she fell backward suddenly, looking as if Daphne pushed her away.
As everyone shifted their attention to Yvonne, they realized there was a scratch streaked with blood on her face.
“Is it because of what I said to you yesterday, Ms. Yeager? All I did was just comment on how you shouldn’t be wearing the wedding band Mr. Farrell gave you anymore after the divorce. Do you have to scratch my face with it?
“You know that I’m a celebrity too, and I can’t afford to leave a scar on my face… How could you do this? I… I even went to help you up…”
Yvonne was sobbing uncontrollably. It seemed she was putting her acting skills to use.
Almost immediately, Wilson crouched to check on her wound. He then spoke to Daphne in an utterly indifferent tone, “Daphne, give me your ring—now!”
Wilson himself designed the wedding band on Daphne’s finger. Instead of embellishing it with diamond, it was set with a meteorite Wilson had bought at a hefty price at an auction. It was the one and only in the world.
Back then, everyone was shocked when Wilson designed a wedding band with the meteorite he bought.
A lot of people commented on Daphne’s Twitter account, saying that they were envious of her and wishing her and Wilson a lifetime of happiness together.
This meteorite ring symbolized Wilson’s ultimate expression of romance, which was also the remaining proof of the affection he had once showered Daphne with.
Daphne was reluctant to let go of it. She subconsciously covered the hand that was wearing the ring. “Aren’t you going to check if she’s telling the truth or not, Wilson?”
“Yvonne wouldn’t lie to me.” Wilson gritted his teeth in anger. “But you would.”
That single statement from Wilson sounded like a dagger to Daphne’s heart.
As a couple who had shared a life together for seven years, they had somehow reached a point where trust was completely gone for them.
Daphne was on the verge of tears as she removed the ring. “Okay. You want it back, right? You can have it!”
She had never taken off the ring ever since they got married. Thus, it had left an imprint on her finger.
Compared to how strikingly slender she was seven years ago, she had put on a bit of weight, making removing the ring difficult.
Seeing how she didn’t manage to remove the ring after a while, Wilson walked up to her with a blank expression, thinking that Daphne was just refusing to take it off on purpose. Then, he grabbed her hand and yanked the ring off forcefully. “You’re putting on quite a show, aren’t you?”
The way Wilson removed the ring was so rough that it scraped off a small patch of Daphne’s skin. It was hurting badly.
She hid her injured finger, suppressing the pain. “You got the ring. Can you leave now?”
“You haven’t apologized to Yvonne.” Wilson placed the ring into his pocket, glaring at Daphne coldly. “I won’t go easy on you if there’s a scar on her face.”
Ava, who had been watching from the side, could no longer stand hearing their conversation. “Leave Daphne alone, Mr. Farrell! How far does she have to go with this? Do you want her to kneel and beg for your beloved’s forgiveness?
“You know what kind of person Daphne is, so why would she deliberately scratch Yvonne’s face? It was Yvonne who—”
“Did I ask for your opinion?” Wilson reprimanded harshly.
Daphne was taken aback. She knew Ava was just trying to protect her, but Wilson was someone no ordinary talent manager like her could afford to offend.
Immediately, she stood in front of Ava. “If you don’t want me to post a long text about how Yvonne was the third wheeler in our relationship, you’d better leave my manager alone, Wilson.”
“Don’t you dare!”
“Why wouldn’t I?”
Before the situation went out of control, Leena asked carefully, “Did you and Daphne really get a divorce, Wilson?”
“Yes,” Wilson replied in the middle of a tense standoff with Daphne. “Don’t you dislike her a lot? That’s great. I dislike her now too.”
“You like this woman now?” Leena stared at Yvonne disdainfully. “She’s even worse than Daphne…”
At least Daphne was easy to manipulate.
“Mom, I hope you don’t say anything like that in the future. Yvonne is… different.”
Wilson then helped Yvonne up. “I’m being serious this time.”
“He’s serious this time? Does it mean he wasn’t serious about us before?” Daphne thought.
Only then did she realize how hurtful a ruthless man’s words could be. Luckily, she had already died once, so she no longer expected anything from Wilson.
Thus, she calmly said, “Take your nonsense and leave, Wilson, or she’ll really end up with a scar on her face.”
“I told you, you have to apologize to Yvonne,” Wilson threatened in a low voice as he glared at Daphne.
She tilted her head up, met his eyes, and walked toward him. Then, she uttered, “In your dreams!”
If Wilson didn’t believe her, she didn’t care enough to explain any further. If he wanted the wedding ring back, she’d just give it to him—no fuss.
But apologizing to Yvonne would feel like stomping on her own pride.
Just then, Yvonne tugged Wilson’s sleeve lightly. “It’s okay, Mr. Farrell. I don’t need an apology from Ms. Yeager. She must’ve been very angry at me just now…”
Wilson was already livid, and Yvonne’s plea only made things worse.
Instantly, he strode toward Hugo with a smirk and glanced at him condescendingly. “There are a lot of media projects that need investments in your company, right? I’ll invest in them as long as you ban Ava from receiving any jobs.”
Daphne was like a pest to him. She knew exactly how to get under one’s skin, and she could thrive no matter the circumstances too.
Wilson knew her all too well.
She would never compromise if it was for her benefit. However, when it came to the people she cared about, she’d go all the way for them. Hence, it was far better to ruin her manager’s career than to ruin hers.
That way, Daphne would apologize to Yvonne.
Wilson was very confident about it.
Hugo wasn’t as righteous as Ava. He pondered for a moment and squeezed out a greasy grin.
“Ava’s indeed not great at managing people. Just look at how arrogant her artists have become! I’ve been wanting to fire her for a while now. Rest assured, Mr. Farrell. I’m on the same page as you.”
What a heartless boss. He insulted two people at the same time.
Daphne clenched her fists and shot Hugo a look. She had brought so much profit to the company. Ava, too, had nurtured multiple A-list celebrities.
Hugo’s effort was nothing compared to them. If it weren’t for Ava, Daphne would have left the company already.
