She Was the Treasure All Along novel Chapter 679

Sybil dropped her head to the floor, sobbing hysterically. She stayed on her knees, groveling and begging. "Loyce, I know I was horrible to you! I know I framed you, I know I even tried to kill you! But I didn't have a choice! My mother told me I had to be the best! She told me I had to become a top-tier billionaire's wife! I shouldn't have wanted any of it. I'm just a normal person..."

"Help me... please, help me!" Sybil's sanity shattered completely. "I can't do this anymore! My husband is a walking corpse! He crawls on top of me like a slug! I'm so disgusted I want to die! I really want to die!"

Her so-called fairy-tale marriage was nothing more than a transaction. Her parents had sold her to an elderly widower for power. Her reputation was so thoroughly destroyed that she was the laughingstock of the elite circle.

She hadn't just lost her wealth and status; she had lost her soul and every shred of her dignity.

Furious at her daughter's humiliating breakdown, Alicia stormed back over, grabbed Sybil by the hair, and yanked her off the floor. "You do not beg this little bitch! I gave birth to you! If you're going to die, it'll be when I say so! Get up and stop embarrassing me!"

The three of them practically dragged each other out the door, screaming all the way.

Watching the chaotic exit, Gordon let out a heavy sigh.

"Sybil used to be such a bright girl. But one wrong step ruined her entire life."

"A person utterly consumed by malice doesn't deserve pity," Lucian stated flatly.

Gordon couldn't argue with that. She wasn't even a direct descendant of the main family, yet she had spent her life trying to destroy his granddaughter. There was no forgiving that.

"Alright, enough of this," Morris said warmly. "Let's not let irrelevant people ruin our Christmas Eve."

Gordon waved his hand, as if physically shooing the bad vibes out of the room. His face broke into a warm, grandfatherly smile. "He's right. The trash has taken itself out. It's time for our family to celebrate."

When the military convoy brought Zelie back, Lucian went out to the courtyard to receive her.

The lead driver stepped out and gave Lucian a crisp salute. Then, dropping his military stoicism, he gave Lucian a wide grin. "You've gotta bring her to the party this year, Admiral. The whole unit is dying to meet your girl. We all want to celebrate the holidays with you."

"I haven't been officially reinstated yet," Lucian replied.

"It's only a matter of time!" The soldier chuckled, practically shoving two VIP passes into Lucian's hand. "We threw this party together ourselves! It's going to be wild. You have to come!"

Without waiting for an answer, the soldier hopped back into the armored vehicle and sped off.

No one knew how wildly the soldier's heart was hammering against his ribs after pulling that stunt. He turned to his co-pilot, his voice shaking. "Did you see that?! Did you see?!"

"See what? You fanboying over the Admiral?"

In the heat of the ambush, her first instinct had been to unbuckle and throw herself over the driver's seat. She hadn't been trying to cause a crash; she just wanted to protect her child.

Loyce wrapped her arms around Zelie, hugging her tightly. She gently patted the older woman's back. "I know you weren't trying to cause trouble. You just wanted to protect me. I know..."

Watching the two embrace, Hank muttered softly, "They really look like mother and daughter."

Forrest lowered his eyes. "She is her mother, in a way."

Zelie had traded her own daughter's life to give their sister a second chance. How could she be considered anything less than a mother?

"I'm just glad you're both home," Gordon said softly.

They settled Zelie onto the plush sofa by the fire, draping a heavy cashmere blanket over her shoulders.

Looking at the massive, glittering tree and the 'family' surrounding her, the tension finally left Zelie's body, and she relaxed into the cushions.

Later that evening, noticing that the kitchen staff and groundskeepers were still bustling around, Marcella, who had been frugal and grounded her whole life, pulled Loyce aside. "Will they be working tomorrow too?"