Her Gilded Revenge For Stolen Fate novel Chapter 70

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“Quentin, I’m serious. Something really weird happened this morning. Vivian and I didn’t even touch the flower, but it just dropped right away,” Sylvia said, her voice trembling.

Everyone was there in the greenhouse, and all the maids and old servants were waiting. With so many eyes watching, there’s no way it was faked. Sylvia pressed a hand to her chest, deliberately feigning panic.

After being coupled with Quentin for so many years, no one understood him better than Sylvia. He always preached about virtue and righteousness, but deep down, he was a firm believer in the supernatural.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have changed so much after that fortune–teller read the faces of their two kids. He had almost no fatherly feelings for Vivian at all. He treated her no better than a stranger.

Sylvia’s words were like a dagger to Quentin’s heart. That pain, sharp as a blade, would fester into hatred, and in the end, every bit of it would be aimed at Vivian.

“Sylvia, I’ll speak plainly; please don’t be offended,” Quentin said. “Vivian has always had wretched luck. Scarred in childhood and frail ever since, now of marriageable age, yet not a single matchmaker has shown interest. She is truly cursed.”

Sylvia’s words fueled Quentin’s resentment toward Vivian, and soon it reached its boiling point. If he had the chance, he’d send Vivian far away as soon as possible, so she wouldn’t bring misfortune to the family.

“Quentin, this really isn’t the time for that. Lady Beatrice is heartbroken over the lost Emerald Orchid; you know how much the Duke of Ironvale means to her. Where could we possibly find another such rare orchid now?” Sylvia said, her voice trembling.

Quentin fell into deep thought. Rare orchids are super valuable. If anyone managed to grow one, they’d guard it like their own eyes; no way they’d ever let it out of their sight.

Besides, Mark didn’t have much time left. Even if he searched high and low, there was no guarantee he’d find one in such a short time. Still, he had to at least try.

After all, Mark was his uncle in name, and as a filial son, Quentin had to consider Beatrice’s feelings. He couldn’t afford to make any mistakes in public.

“I’ll handle it. Don’t worry,” Quentin said.

Sylvia nodded, tears in her eyes, and leaned into his arms.

Early the next morning, as Vivian was on her way to Beatrice’s courtyard to pay her respects, she overheard some maids gossiping.

“Sylvia is such a gentle soul. How did she end up with Lady Vivian? Not only is she plain, but rumor has it she was born under a jinxed star,” one maid whispered.

“That actually seems true. The Duke of Aurea has always doted on Sylvia. Normally, he’d treat Lady Vivian well, too, but now he’s so cold to her. People say it’s all because of her cursed fate,” another said.

“Poor Lady Celia. She put so much effort into growing that rare Emerald Orchid, only for Lady Vivian’s bad vibes to ruin everything,” another maid sighed.

“Lady Beatrice is the one who truly suffers, having to watch her brother pass away with regret,” another maid sighed.

The System couldn’t help but say in disbelief, “Host, the Cuckoo Child and Sylvia are really setting you up for disaster.

“They keep calling you cursed. If that reputation sticks, it’ll sever your family ties, ruin any chance of marriage, and as for

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having kids? You can forget about it. This move is ruthless; they really got what they wanted.”

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Vivian’s lips curled into a faint, silent smile as she said, “If Celia were really that easy to handle, she wouldn’t have been able to keep her place as queen.”

After a brief pause, she continued saying, “But this isn’t a dead end.”

The System was a bit surprised and asked, “So, how do we break this deadlock?”

Vivian played coy, saying, “Break their tricks with brute force and answer every move with a counter.”

If the System had a body, it would be stomping and pounding its chest in rage. “How did I get stuck with a host like this?” it said.

Vivian walked forward unhurriedly, her footsteps startling a few maids. They never dreamed they’d get caught gossiping about their mistress, right as they were doing it.

Their faces went ashen, sweat breaking out as they dropped to their knees and bowed their heads to Vivian, terrified.

“Lady Vivian, please spare us. We won’t ever do it again,” one begged.

“We know we were wrong,” another added in a trembling voice.

Vivian brushed her fingers over the leaves and said, “Get up. I’m not here to punish you.”

The maids exchanged nervous glances, then shakily got to their feet.

Vivian asked, “Where did you hear these rumors?”

Knowing Vivian was trying to track down the source of the gossip, they didn’t dare hold anything back and blurted out, “We just came from the back kitchen; some of the kitchen girls were gossiping about it.”

“The kitchen girls?” Vivian asked, raising an eyebrow.

Celia actually planted informants in the back kitchen? Did she really switch up her tactics?‘ Vivian thought.

One of the maids thought for a moment, then said, “I remember there was a maid named Cathy who used to serve in Maple Yard.”

“Cathy,” Vivian repeated. Vivian definitely remembered this maid.

In her previous life, Cathy exposed her poetry, accusing her of secretly pledging herself to an outsider and shaming her in front of everyone. That scandal forced her into a betrothal with Charles.

In this life, Vivian had only managed to

Out all the servants in Maple Yard, but she hadn’t had the chance to truly deal with Cathy yet. No one would’ve thought Cathy would end up delivering herself right to Vivian’s doorstep.

‘Well, if she’s so eager to walk right into my trap, she can’t blame me for cutting her off without a second thought, Vivian thought coldly.

What Vivian didn’t realize was that Cathy wasn’t keen on talking behind her mistress’s back at all. If she got found out, she’d be in serious trouble. But she really didn’t have a choice.

Sylvia had leverage over her and even held her contract. If Cathy didn’t obey, she didn’t know what kind of disaster would fall on her. Cathy was forced to go along with Sylvia’s orders, even though she really didn’t want to.

Once Vivian obtained the answer she needed, she headed directly to Beatrice’s residence without delay. Perhaps still shaken from the previous day, Beatrice had developed a high fever overnight. The doctor had already been summoned, and she was taking her medicine early that morning.

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When Vivian arrived, Beatrice could only manage a faint, weary nod. Remembering her grandmother’s lifelong kindness, she leaned in and whispered, “Don’t worry, Grandmother. The Emerald Orchid is not the only rare orchid in the world.”

Beatrice’s eyes slowly brightened, and she clasped Vivian’s hand with newfound strength. “Vivian, is that really true?” Beatrice asked, hope flickering in her voice.

“Grandma, have I ever lied to you? But for now, let’s keep this between us, alright? Please help me keep it under wraps,” Vivian replied.

Even though she was burning up with fever, Beatrice’s mind was still clear as day. Aurea Manor might look calm on the outside, but underneath, undercurrents were swirling everywhere. Vivian had to fight for every step she took.

“Alright, I promise.” Beatrice said, giving Vivian’s cute little nose a gentle pinch.

Before the two could exchange more heartfelt words, the sound of servants announcing arrivals drifted in from outside. All the women of the family were here now.

Celia stood by the bedside, gazing at the frail, exhausted Beatrice, her eyes suddenly rimmed with tears. “Grandma, it’s all my fault. If I hadn’t been so useless and grown Emerald Orchid so poorly, it wouldn’t have wilted before its time,” Celia said.

Beatrice disliked seeing the young brood, but Celia’s sincere devotion touched her. Gently, she said, “Sweet child, your heart was in the right place. Some things in life just can’t be forced. That Emerald Orchid was simply destined to be this way.”

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