Her Gilded Revenge For Stolen Fate novel Chapter 33

Chapter 33

Vivian followed Beatrice back into the main hall.

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The moment Quentin saw her, his anger flared. He wished he could lock her in the woodshed and give her a proper lesson immediately.

Flora noticed that Beatrice’s expression remained calm, showing no sign of anger. She guessed that Vivian must have had a reason for what she did.

As expected, Beatrice stopped Quentin and explained, “The reason Vivian mentioned her dream about the stag striking a pregnant woman in front of Consort Daphne is because it was a prophetic dream.”

Quentin was stunned that Beatrice would say something so ridiculous to cover for Vivian, especially since he thought Vivian’s lowly birth made her worthless.

“Mother, what prophetic dream? This is clearly Vivian lying. Don’t let her deceive you,” Quentin said stiffly, his neck taut with anger.

“Quentin, Vivian is still your child,” Beatrice said firmly.

Since Quentin inherited his title, Beatrice had rarely used this tone with him. His anger faltered as he realized Beatrice was determined to protect Vivian today.

He couldn’t go against her, but his resentment toward Vivian only grew stronger.

Seeing this, Sylvia wiped her tears and kept apologizing to Flora. “Lady Beatrice, this is all my fault. I failed to raise Vivian properly, which caused her to offend Consort Daphne. I am willing to take the punishment in her place.”

Beatrice’s face dropped. “Sylvia, I just said this was a prophetic dream. Vivian did nothing wrong. Why take the blame on yourself unnecessarily?”

Quentin took a few heavy breaths. “Mother, Sylvia is just worried. Please don’t get worked up over someone who has nothing to do with this.”

Flora quickly intervened. “Daphne isn’t a narrow–minded person. She won’t blame Vivian, and she certainly won’t take it out on Sylvia.”

“You should never have registered Vivian as your own daughter in the first place. You’ve nurtured her arrogance!” Quentin said to Flora, then left without another word.

Flora didn’t respond. She had always seen the truth clearly.

She understood that Quentin’s anger wasn’t because of Vivian’s behavior, but because he feared he couldn’t gain favor with Daphne. She could see exactly what was genuine and what was just an act.

Quentin wasn’t truly concerned for Daphne, and Vivian had saved Simon. Flora knew whom she should side with.

She didn’t regret registering Vivian as her daughter.

Flora was still lost in thought when she saw Celia support Sylvia by the arm, help her to her feet, and gently wipe away her

tears.

Celia’s eyes were full of sympathy and concern, every gesture careful and attentive.

Flora couldn’t help but feel momentarily dazed.

Everyone knew Celia was the perfect daughter. When she was only ten, she had cut her own wrist and used her blood as the

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When Flora fell ill again, Celia stepped forward again, cutting her flesh and offering her blood. Unfortunately, the cure was tampered with by someone else, and Celia herself was too weak to endure another bloodletting. That was when Matthew took her place.

The story of Celia drawing blood twice to save her mother had long spread through the streets. Everyone said Flora was fortunate to have such a daughter.

Yet Celia’s concern for her had never shown itself in the details.

Her love for Flora was like the powerful lines sung by opera performers, loud enough for everyone to hear, yet somehow distant and unreal to Flora herself.

Noticing Flora’s gaze, Celia let go of Sylvia and looked puzzled. She didn’t understand why Flora kept staring at her.

Flora studied Celia’s features. She had once thought they looked exactly alike, but as Celia grew older, she began to realize their faces were no longer that similar.

If Flora had shared her doubts with Vivian, System would have given her the answer.

Fortune not only allowed Celia to rise step by step, it was also the perfect smokescreen, capable of erasing all suspicion.

Now, however, Celia’s Fortune was steadily declining. In the short term, it might not affect her much, but in the long run, her life would no longer be as smooth as before.

Perhaps Flora’s gaze lingered too long. Before Celia could react, Sylvia shuddered first.

She shook off Celia’s hand, covered her face as she sobbed softly, then walked over to Vivian. “Vivian, Lady Flora has been very lenient with you. You must treat her well from now on, understand?”

Vivian nodded meaningfully.

Sylvia didn’t need to remind her. She would treat Flora well regardless. After all, Flora was her real mother. No matter what, the bond of blood between them could never be severed.

Ever since hearing Vivian recount her dream earlier that day, Daphne had felt unwell. Her chest felt tight and heavy, and she found it hard to catch her breath.

By evening, the king arrived with the blood mead. At the sight of the vivid, crimson drink, Daphne felt even worse.

Her face turned ashen, and under the candlelight, she looked even more frail.

The king was deeply worried and completely forgot about the mead. He immediately summoned a royal physician.

The royal physician examined Daphne. A long time passed. Large beads of cold sweat formed on his forehead, yet he still did not give an answer.

The king gripped Daphne’s icy fingers tightly. Gritting his teeth, he asked, “What illness has Consort Daphne fallen ill with?”

The royal physician replied hesitantly, “She is not ill. She is pregnant.”

The king and Daphne stared at each other, hardly believing what they had just heard.

Years ago, Daphne had been injured. Even after taking countless medicines, nothing had helped. Over time, even Daphne herself had given up and accepted that she could never conceive.

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And yet now this royal physician was saying she was pregnant. She almost thought she was dreaming.

Daphne’s lips trembled as she looked at the king with tears in her eyes.

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Her thoughts were in turmoil. Vivian’s voice echoed in her ears. “The pregnant woman was struck in the belly by a stag and began to bleed…”

Daphne no longer dared to look at the blood mead on the table. She threw herself into the king’s arms, instinctively covering her abdomen with both hands.

Perhaps Vivian’s dream had been a warning from above.

“Summon every royal physician on duty to Greenwood Palace at once. Hurry,” the king ordered urgently.

His feelings for Daphne ran deep. Not being able to have a child with her had always been his greatest regret.

If there was even a chance, he would protect this child at all costs.

The chief royal attendant brought more than a dozen royal physicians. One by one, they examined Daphne, and every result was the same. Daphne was indeed pregnant.

“Your Majesty, Consort Daphne, congratulations,” the royal physicians said as they offered their blessings.

Daphne bit down hard on the tip of her tongue. Tears welled up in her eyes, not from pain, but from joy.

She was truly going to have a child.

“Every servant attending to Daphne will be richly rewarded,” the king declared with a hearty laugh.

After the royal physicians withdrew, the king also noticed the mead on the table and felt a wave of lingering fear. “Daphne, it’s a good thing I didn’t let you drink tonight. Otherwise…”

Though he left the sentence unfinished, they both understood what would have happened had she drunk the mead.

Daphne couldn’t help thinking of Vivian, her gratitude growing even stronger.

After a moment’s thought, she said, “Your Majesty, the reason I discovered my pregnancy today is actually thanks to

someone.”

“Who?” the king asked.

“Lady Vivian of the Snyder family. Have you forgotten? You even rewarded her with gold and pearls before,” Daphne replied

with a smile.