Her Gilded Revenge For Stolen Fate novel Chapter 73

Chapter 73

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Crystal Orchid and Emerald Orchid were two of the most prized and rarely seen varieties of orchid, both equally famous for their beauty and rarity.

No way a nobody like Vivian could ever get her hands on a flower this valuable. Even if the Crystal Orchid was damaged at the roots, there was no way it would end up with her. Celia thought, ‘Vivian was definitely lying.”

Sylvia looked down on Vivian. After raising her for years, she figured she knew exactly what Vivian was worth and never took her seriously at all.

She let out a mocking laugh. “Since Vivian claims she found such a rare orchid, why not bring it over and show us what you’ve got? Maybe Celia can work her magic on it while she’s at it.”

Celia wasn’t nearly as naive as Sylvia might have assumed. She had already endured plenty of hardship because of Vivian. Naturally cautious, Celia wasn’t about to take any chances.

Celia’s willow–shaped brows drew together, her lips parted like she was about to snap back at Sylvia, but she held her tongue.

She was just worried someone would figure out she didn’t have a clue about growing flowers, so she played it cool and

nodded.

Vivian’s bright almond–shaped eyes blinked as she waved Judith over and whispered a few words in her ear. Judith hurried off. Not long after, Judith came back into the bedroom, carrying a droopy orchid in a pot.

She carefully set the porcelain pot down in front of Celia. It was the Crystal Orchid Vivian had just mentioned. The Crystal Orchid was known for its tightly clustered, perfectly shaped petals and that rich, heady fragrance everyone talked about.

But that wasn’t all. At the tips of its leaves were these special crystal heads. No way anyone could fake that. Even Sylvia, clueless as she was, could see that this Crystal Orchid was the real deal.

For a moment, she was at a loss for words, her stunning face frozen in shock, with just a hint of barely perceptible regret showing through.

Vivian didn’t even acknowledge Sylvia’s presence. Without missing a beat, she turned to Celia and made a graceful gesture, inviting her forward.

“The Crystal Orchid is right here. Celia, see what you can do to save it,” Vivian said.

Celia’s undershirt was damp with cold sweat. Her face gave a slight twitch, but she forced herself to act calm.

“Vivian, Grandma’s still sick. We’re the younger generation, so shouldn’t we be focused on looking after her instead of wasting time bickering and showing off?” Celia said.

“Celia, let me ask you something. Why is Grandma sick?” Vivian asked.

Celia gritted her teeth and replied, “The doctor said it’s because she got all worked up and overwhelmed by worry.”

“So what made her so worked up?” Vivian pressed.

Celia said, “Grandma’s been worrying herself sick over Mark’s health. She’s been burning with anxiety, and that’s why she fell ill.” With all the women of the family present, Celia didn’t dare lie. She had no choice but to tell the truth.

“Celia, you really are as sharp as ever. You always get straight to the point,” Vivian said. “Grandma was so worried about Mark having regrets that it really took a toll on her health, and she suddenly fell ill,” Vivian continued.

Then she changed tack. “But if we can put her worries to rest, Grandma’s always been strong. She’ll probably recover without even needing any medicine.”

Chapter 73

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Vivian fixed her eyes on the Crystal Orchid.

“Celia, fixing the Crystal Orchid will show how great you are at growing plants and take care of one of Grandma’s concerns. It’s a no–brainer. Why do you keep putting it off instead of helping out sooner?

“Is it because you look down on your little sister? Or are you just afraid of letting Mark see the Crystal Orchid?” Vivian pressed. As she spoke, Vivian deliberately stretched out her words, her sarcasm obvious to everyone in the room.

“You.” Celia choked out, her face flushed with anger. She was so furious that she wanted nothing more than to shut Vivian up for good.

Vivian’s eyes danced with amusement, her smile growing even wider as she watched Celia lose her cool. She gave a respectful bow, playing the part of the perfect, dutiful granddaughter. Celia was so angry she nearly lost it.

Celia said, “I’ll make sure this Crystal Orchid pulls through. But with so many people crowding the room, I can’t really focus on checking the roots. I’ll need somewhere quiet to take a closer look before I can figure out how to fix it.”

Celia was struggling to keep her temper in check. She just hoped Vivian would let it go before things got out of hand. But Vivian wasn’t about to let her off the hook.

Her past experiences had taught Vivian one thing. If she wanted to gain the upper hand, she had to keep pushing until Celia cracked under pressure and revealed herself as the one pulling the strings all along.

Otherwise, with Sylvia and that whole act of being the loving mom, she’d just step up and shoulder all the blame herself. Celia would still be the untouchable heiress of the Snyder family, never knocked off her throne.

“Celia, people who know you will say you’re just being careful, but anyone else might think you’re just trying to dodge responsibility,” Vivian said. She gave a coy, sugary smile. One that could make anyone furious.

Celia bit down hard on her lower lip, the taste of blood thick in her mouth. But she had no choice. She slowly sat down at the table, her gaze settling on the orchid just within reach.

The petals were a pale, fresh green, yet they were nearly wilted. The fragrance was strong, but underneath it lingered a hint of rot and mildew. One look was enough to know this orchid was in a bad way.

Before all this happened, as long as the plant wasn’t completely withered, all Celia had to do was water it herself and set the pot out in the sun. No fertilizer needed, the injured roots would miraculously spring back to life.

But now, things had changed. Celia could feel her Fortune draining away, and that Heaven–blessed constitution she once relied on was no longer hers to count on.

She wasn’t some seasoned horticulturist who spent her days tending flowers. So, she couldn’t possibly save an orchid on the brink of death.

Celia felt like her feet had sprouted roots, locking her in place. She sat there, unable to move a muscle, cold sweat beading on her forehead.

She glanced up, her gaze pleading for help as she looked toward Flora. Flora’s expression was unreadable. She turned away, silently rolling the prayer beads between her fingers.

Celia felt a surge of bitterness. Despite being the rightful, kind–hearted daughter, Flora only cared about Vivian, the lowly illegitimate girl. ‘What did Vivian have that I didn’t?‘ Celia wondered.

When it came to looks, she was the Belle of Aurestus. When it came to talent, her teacher was one of the most respected scholars of the age.

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