From His Invisible Wife to the World's Icon novel Chapter 15

Suddenly, a loud *boom* erupted by her ear.

Massive fireworks lit up the sky over Averton, drowning out her words.

Guests poured out of the banquet hall and onto the observation deck.

It was the thank-you gift she had prepared for the guests.

"Mr. Foster, please don't blame the missus. We were short on auction items, so she came up with this idea at the last minute," Alice hurried over to nervously explain. "But she firmly believed you would buy it back and give it to her again."

Because of Alice's explanation, Frederick took a step forward, picked up her hand, and took the pink diamond from its box. Sliding it back onto her ring finger, his tone carried a hint of reprimand. "If you don't have enough items, talk to Caleb."

"This ring represents the status of the lady of the Foster family."

"Don't take it off."

It felt as if they had returned to the past.

The memory of his proposal flashed before her eyes.

The two families had set a wedding date, so the engagement was just a formality.

Although he hadn't gotten down on one knee, she still felt an overwhelming surge of emotion when he slid the pink diamond onto her ring finger.

But now, this ring was merely a symbol of Mrs. Foster's status.

Just as she was nothing more than an ornament to him.

"Frederick, I want this pink diamond."

"Lydia, lend it to me for a few days, okay?"

Sierra's voice drifted over.

Frederick's hand, holding the pink diamond, stopped at her knuckle as he quietly asked, "Sierra likes it. Let her wear it for a few days."

She suddenly found everything so laughable.

One second ago, it was a symbol of status and he was scolding her for selling it.

But the moment Sierra asked, none of that mattered.

She pulled her hand back and turned to leave.

The $5 million was already in the charity's account. It no longer belonged to her; Frederick could give it to whoever he pleased.

She didn't even want the position of Mrs. Foster anymore, let alone a diamond ring.

Lydia returned to the backstage lounge. She had just sat down when Sierra pushed the door open, her hand resting on her collarbone to show off the pink diamond on her ring finger, parading her victory.

"It's not a loan, Frederick said he's giving it to me."

"Lydia, your wedding ring is mine, and your man will be mine too."

"You know, you're just as pathetic and useless as your mother."

Hearing this insult, Lydia raised her hand and slapped Sierra across the face. Before Sierra could react, Lydia ripped the ruby necklace off her neck, making Sierra yelp in pain. "Are you crazy?"

His steady footsteps brushed past Lydia's trembling body as he bent down and helped Sierra up.

When he turned to look at her, his gaze was icy. "It's just a necklace. Is it really worth making such a scene?"

Hearing those words, an uncontrollable wave of sorrow washed through her eyes. "This is my grandmother's only heirloom. It's the only thing she left for my mother and me."

She didn't care about their marriage, nor did she care how far he went to protect Sierra.

But how could he casually erase its value with a dismissive 'it's just a necklace'?

Suppressing her volatile emotions, her gaze turned freezing cold. "I am not letting this go!"

She took out her phone to dial 911, but Frederick grabbed her wrist.

"Apologize to your sister," he ordered Sierra.

Though unwilling, Sierra didn't dare disobey him. "Lydia, I'm sorry."

"What good is a sorry..."

Lydia struggled, but then she heard him say, "I'll have Caleb take the necklace to Quinn Jewelry and have their top artisans repair it."

In that moment, she looked at Frederick in a daze. "The Quinns... I can take it myself. I don't need your help."

"But Sierra absolutely has to pay the price."

"Frederick..." Sierra cried out to him.