Chaos Girl Rewrites the Script novel Chapter 171

His tone was light, but it was more than enough to establish Caspian's absolute stance on the matter.

Cyril, Alaric, and Julian remained perfectly calm. They had predicted this exact outcome the moment the incident blew up.

Just as Julian had once pointed out, the Ravenshire family was fiercely protective of their own. Even if a stray dog belonging to the estate was bullied, the family wouldn't sit idly by—let alone when it was the patriarch's favorite little wild child.

Bianca beamed with joy. While she had guessed Caspian wouldn't punish Vivienne, she hadn't expected such blatant, unapologetic favoritism. She was genuinely thrilled for her friend.

The only person at the table with a pale, uneasy expression was Aurelia. She opened her mouth several times to speak, but her fear of Caspian forced her to swallow her words.

Sitting to Caspian's right, Benedict took in everyone's reactions. When his gaze landed on Aurelia, he felt a wave of helplessness and silently sighed. His daughter was wonderful in every way, except she was entirely too soft-hearted.

Vivienne stood up and took the seat right beside the patriarch. "Grandpa."

Caspian nodded, personally placing a soup dumpling into her bowl before offering a warm smile to the rest of the table. "Eat up. You're home, there's no need to be formal."

Despite his words, the children didn't dare act out, eating their meals with refined elegance. Caspian occasionally shot a look at Cedric, who intuitively understood and flawlessly served the young masters and misses.

Since getting older, Caspian rarely ate much for dinner. But tonight was an exception. He waited until everyone had their fill before slowly setting down his silverware.

Once the patriarch set his fork down, everyone immediately stopped eating.

"Alright, if you're finished, head to the main hall. Grandpa has some questions for you."

Caspian stood up with the help of his cane and patted Vivienne's hand, gesturing for her to follow.

In the expansive hall sat a custom-made, hand-stitched leather sofa set. Since Caspian despised soft cushions, the staff had brought his favorite rosewood armchair over from Northwing Court just for him.

Benedict helped his father into the seat. Letting his gaze linger on Aurelia's face for a moment, he whispered, "Dad, I'm going to take a walk outside."

Alaric and Cyril had only just transferred to the Academy, so Caspian couldn't blame them. But Julian had been at Elite Prep this whole time, allowing Vivienne to be bullied right under his nose for three years—that was a failure Caspian absolutely could not tolerate.

Slouching against the sofa, the young man lazily rubbed his back. The old man had struck him without holding back, and the skin there was still burning with pain.

But Julian wasn't angry about the punishment. Having witnessed the vicious tactics of those spoiled girls firsthand, he could easily piece together just how miserable Vivienne's life at school had been.

Elite Prep wasn't the sanctuary of high society it claimed to be; it was a ruthless microcosm of the food chain. Just because he disdained playing those petty, cruel games didn't mean he didn't understand how they worked.

Similarly, Alaric had watched the video while reporting to Caspian. However, his focus differed entirely from Caspian's or Julian's. He found himself stunned by the sheer resolve in Vivienne's eyes as she smiled and drove the knife toward her own shoulder. It seemed like a senseless act of crazy vengeance, but wasn't it also the desperate, final counterattack of someone who had been pushed to the brink for three years?

Even if Alaric didn't want to admit it, he had to acknowledge that it was a beautifully executed strike.

As for Cyril, it went without saying. He had brought the video back under the guise of providing evidence against the Whitmore family, but if they really wanted to crush the Whitmores, what did a single video matter?