Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Cassius instinctively frowned and said, "I'm not her man!"

Margaret, who was visibly distressed, suddenly felt embarrassed, and her eyes started to well up with tears. Yolanda looked on, amused.

"Alright, so you're not her man. What are you then? Her knight in shining armor? Her partner in crime? Is that better?"

Yolanda rolled her eyes and looked away.NôvelDrama.Org exclusive content.

Cassius was so irritated he could feel his eyelid twitching, while Margaret stood beside him, tears streaming down her face.

"Ms. Yolanda, you've been stirring up trouble here, and I've been patient considering you've been under the weather these past few days. How could you say that about us?"

She then turned to Cassius, her face showing nothing but gentle concern, "Cassius, is your foot alright? Let me help you to the hospital."

Mrs. Davis was still around; who knew what she might reveal next.

Margaret was desperate to get Cassius out of there, and Yolanda just gave her the perfect excuse.

Cassius glared at Yolanda, not breaking free from Margaret's hold.

He couldn't believe Yolanda would remain indifferent, yet, even though Yolanda clearly heard Margaret, she didn't even turn her head.

Cassius's handsome face darkened, and he stiffly turned away with Margaret.

He had rushed here when he heard Yolanda was in trouble, but how was Yolanda treating him now?

It felt like a knife was twisting in his foot, igniting a fire of anger that spread to his chest.

The nerve of this woman!

"Let's go!" Cassius said coldly.

Margaret was thrilled and quickened their pace.

They were almost at the door when Yolanda's voice suddenly drawled out.

"Wait a minute!"

Margaret frowned, trying to continue guiding Cassius, but he stopped.

Cassius turned around, his lips pressed tightly, suppressing the urge to smirk at Yolanda.

"Yolanda, if you..."

He didn't finish his sentence when Yolanda pointed at Margaret and said, "You can go. She cannot!"

Margaret seemed startled by her fierce demeanor, her grip on Cassius's arm trembling.

"Yolanda, who do you think you are!? Giving orders here?" Cassius burst out in anger. Yolanda's face paled, grateful that the dim light in the room might hide her reaction. Then, Lizetta grabbed Yolanda's hand firmly.

Yolanda's hand, usually warm like her fiery temperament, contrasted with Lizetta's, which had been perpetually cold since a severe bleed. Now, Lizetta noticed Yolanda's hand was even colder than her own, and she smiled slightly at Margaret, "Why the rush, Ms. Miller? Afraid your deeds will be exposed and you can't maintain your facade?"

Margaret frowned, a picture of innocence and aggrievement.

"I don't know what Ms. Gardenia means. Ms. Yolanda and I met for the first time today, no grudges between us. You both barged in and disrupted my party. What more do you want?"

She appeared magnanimous and patient, making Lizetta and Yolanda seem all the more unreasonable and aggressive.

Lizetta smiled again, "No grudges?

Why then did Ms. Miller mislead

Mrs. Davis to target Yoli, leading to her being slandered online? Isn't it all Ms. Miller's doing?"

Yolanda's eyes widened in shock.

"This has nothing to do with me, Ms. Gardenia. Don't falsely accuse me. I only found out when Emily barged in that Jane was Mr. Davis's mistress." Margaret looked at Jane, "Jane, it was wrong of you to do such things. Spreading slander about Ms. Yolanda online, was that also your doing?" Jane, her face bruised and swollen, was propped up by two of Mrs. Davis's bodyguards, tears streaking down her face.