Betrayed by the Father Reborn in His Rival's Arms novel Chapter 337

The crowd erupted in shock.

Quentin's strike was merciless. Even Madeline, standing right beside him, flinched at the sheer brutality of it. She had been prepared to handle the situation herself, but the moment Liliana had rushed up to insult her like some triumphant victor, Quentin's fury had exploded.

Liliana desperately clutched her stomach. Thankfully, she had landed on her backside. If she had fallen on her stomach, she didn't dare imagine the consequences. The searing, burning agony across her face forced hot tears from her eyes. Blood immediately pooled at the corner of her mouth, looking horrifying. She tried to touch her cheek, but the pain was blinding. Lying on the floor, she wailed, her words slurring. "W-Why... why did you hit me?"

Several men nearby felt Quentin had crossed a line. Tristan stepped forward and helped Liliana up from the floor.

Liliana hadn't expected this distinguished man to be kind enough to assist her. Meanwhile, both Alastair Whitman and Lucius Whitman were present in the crowd, yet neither made a move to step forward.

A mansion like this attracted anyone with status in the city, so Alastair had naturally arrived early to mingle.

Tristan's tone carried a hint of righteous indignation. "Mr. Prescott, how can you treat your sister like this?"

The gossip had already spread rapidly. Many guests who had attended Liliana's disastrous wedding knew the backstory, and the out-of-town guests were just getting caught up.

The tangled web of relationships left everyone speechless. Penelope had heard it too: the woman clinging to Quentin was a divorcee. Her ex-husband was the heir to a powerful family—the Whitmans, a name they recognized. Supposedly, this ex-husband had gotten entangled with Quentin's sister. He had abandoned his wife and child to marry into the Prescott family, only for a scandalous video to be leaked on the wedding day. The rumor was that the bride had been assaulted during her own engagement party.

And now, Liliana was here claiming that her assault was orchestrated by the very woman currently standing in all her glory: Madeline.

Given that she had brought the police, it didn't look like a baseless accusation. It seemed highly likely to be true.

"Recording...? What recording?"

All the color drained from Liliana's face. Before her mind could fully process the threat, a crystal-clear audio file of her and Madeline's conversation blasted from the room's speakers.

Liliana's voice: "Madeline, what's wrong? Did one glass of wine get you drunk?"

Madeline's voice: "You... you drugged me. That's... illegal..."

Liliana's voice: "You're just drunk. I'll take you somewhere to rest... Oh, Madeline, you always think you're so smart. Did you really think I drugged both glasses and you could just pick the other one to escape? You still fell right into my trap!"