Her Gilded Revenge For Stolen Fate novel Chapter 32

Chapter 32

Quentin lett first, leaving only Sylvia and Celia in the study.

Sylvia picked up the shattered glass pieces, a look of regret on her face. “This ink bottle wasn’t cheap, and now it’s broken because of Vivian.”

Let the servants clean it up,” Sylvia quickly said. “Be careful not to cut yourself.”

Celia stepped forward and caught a whiff of Sylvia’s scent. It was a faint floral fragrance, strangely familiar.

“Sylvia, you smell so nice,” Celia said. She wanted to smell it more closely, but Sylvia gently pushed her away.

“You’re not married yet. This fragrance isn’t good for your body,” Sylvia said. “Stop smelling it.”

Celia vaguely remembered having smelled the same scent in Sylvia’s room before. At the time, she had said it was useful, but Celia didn’t understand how.

Sylvia’s fingertips were stained with ink. She wiped them with a handkerchief as she said, “Let’s go. We should see what’s going on before it gets completely out of hand.”

The two of them went together to Beatrice’s yard.

Flora and Dorothy were seated on either side of Beatrice, while Quentin stood below, glaring at Vivian with a look that was more like hatred than a father’s scolding.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm his anger. “Mother, you don’t know how much trouble Vivian has caused.

“The Archer family has always been close to us, and Daphne is Flora’s sister. And yet Vivian has ruined the relationship between our families.

“His Majesty specifically sent for the blood mead to help Consort Daphne recover, but Vivian just couldn’t keep her mouth shut. She insisted on telling a story about a stag causing a woman to miscarry.

“How can an unmarried young lady say something like that? If it spreads, our family’s reputation could be completely

ruined.”

Beatrice frowned and looked at Vivian. “Why would you do such a thing?”

Vivian stepped forward, her voice clear, her tone calm and firm. “Grandmother, I’m not causing trouble. I had a reason to do what I did.”

She paused, then added, “But this isn’t something I can say in front of everyone. Only you can know.”

Beatrice looked a little surprised, but she still wanted to hear Vivian’s explanation. “Come with me.”

Vivian followed Beatrice to a side chamber. Beatrice dismissed the servants, leaving just the two of them.

“You can speak now, can’t you?” Beatrice said.

Vivian nodded. “After I entered Greenwood Palace today, I noticed that Consort Daphne has butterfly–shaped marks on her cheekbones. Under her makeup, I could barely make out the outline. They weren’t very obvious.”

“She can’t drink blood mead just because of some marks?” Beatrice thought this reason sounded completely flimsy.

Vivian went on, “Mother is Consort Daphne’s sister. They have similar constitutions. When Mother was carrying Simon, large butterfly–shaped marks appeared on her cheekbones.

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“You were worried Mother would be upset, so you specially ground flower seeds into powder and applied it to her face to cover the marks.

“By the time Simon was born, the marks on her face had completely faded.”

Beatrice seemed to realize something. Her eyes widened, and she suddenly rose from her chair.

She said in disbelief, “But the royal physicians said that Daphne, because of her injury, would have great difficulty conceiving.”

“Fate sometimes plays a trick,” Vivian said. “Who can say for certain that Consort Daphne couldn’t possibly carry a child?”

Beatrice’s breathing grew rapid and shallow.

‘With His Majesty’s deep favor toward Daphne, if she really were pregnant… Beatrice dared not think further.

Vivian sighed. “Actually, I can’t be entirely sure that Consort Daphne is pregnant. I just didn’t want her to drink the mead, but it backfired and ended up angering her.”

She didn’t reveal the full truth. In her previous life, what truly caused Daphne’s miscarriage wasn’t the blood mead, but the king, who had sex with her after drinking.

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Discussing the king’s private life would certainly anger Beatrice, so Vivian left it unmentioned.

Beatrice ruffled Vivian’s hair, understanding her good intentions. With Vivian making a fuss, Daphne surely wouldn’t drink the blood mead.

“Vivian, why didn’t you tell your parents the truth?” Beatrice asked.

“At the time, I couldn’t be certai

that Consort Daphne was really pregnant,” Vivian explained. “Mother is Consort Daphne’s sister. If I had told her recklessly, it could have made matters worse.”

After traveling back in time, Vivian used the memory of her previous life to avoid many disasters. If anyone discovered she

could foresee the future, the conses would be unimaginable.

Thus, she couldn’t directly say Daphne was pregnant. She could only present it as a deduction from small details.

“As for why I didn’t tell Father?” Vivian smiled bitterly. “He wouldn’t have believed me.”

Beatrice rubbed her temples.

Although Quentin treated Beatrice well, she was not his birth mother. Some things were hard for her to say to him without straining their relationship.

Yet sometimes, Quentin was simply too biased and too clueless.

Beatrice didn’t object to his affection for Sylvia. After all, most men were drawn to beauty. She never expected Quentin to be a saint, free of desire.

But she couldn’t help feeling that he, like Sylvia, lacked discernment. They blindly glorified Celia while trampling Vivian into the mud.

To outsiders, it looked like Sylvia was loyal and respectful toward Quentin’s family. But her respect was shown at Vivian’s

expense.

At first, when Beatrice noticed it, she couldn’t believe her own eyes. She thought she was imagining things. She refused to believe that a mother could fail to love her child..

But as days passed and trouble at Aurea Manor continued without pause, it became clear. Every time a problem arose, Sylvia

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not only failed to protect Vivian but actively pushed her into the fray, all in the name of self–preservation.

Beatrice finally understood that Sylvia held no maternal love for Vivian.

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She suspected it was because, after giving birth to Vivian, Sylvia immediately began caring for Celia. Over the years, it had become a habit. Sylvia had poured her entire heart into Celia, resulting in this twisted mother–daughter dynamic.

The Snyder family owed Vivian a lot.

“I know it hasn’t been easy for you. You have a kind heart but a stubborn streak. Still, you are your father’s daughter, so don’t estrange yourself from him, Beatrice said. “Bow when you must.”

Vivian lowered her eyes. “I know.”

“This matter today really isn’t something you should tell your father,” Beatrice said after a moment’s thought, devising a plan

for Vivian.

“Here’s what you do: just say it was a prophetic dream,” she said. “Because Consort Daphne’s faith is strong, that’s why you mentioned it in Greenwood Palace. After that, wait for news to come from the palace.”

Hearing this, System couldn’t help but comment, “Vivian, your grandmother is sharp and perceptive. Unfortunately, Celia’s Fortune in your previous life was so strong that even Mother Hadley couldn’t see through her disguise, let alone anyone else.

“The good thing is, she has now lost one of the Golden Plumes, leaving only seven. That’s what made your grandmother notice something was off.”

Vivian gave a soft, ironic smile. “For Celia, Daphne having no children for so many years was a blessing. She gained countless advantages from it.

“Now that Daphne is suddenly pregnant, her own child is far more important than her niece Celia. Daphne will inevitably devote all her energy to her own child.

“Knowing Celia’s greedy nature, she probably won’t stand idly by.”