The Coma Prince’s Fiancée novel Chapter 40

This was exactly what Shirley wanted.

The more she acted sweet and fragile, the more everyone felt sorry for her. In every situation, people just seemed to want to protect her. On the other hand, someone like Rebecca—with her blunt honesty and attitude—could only make people dislike her.

Rebecca let out a short laugh, clearly amused by their little performance. The smile flickered on her lips, but you could tell she didn’t really mean it.

“Antique vases like this are irreplaceable, you know,” Rebecca said. “Break one, and that’s one less in the world. You won’t find another like it anywhere. So, Mr. White, are you sure you don’t want to do something about it?”

The entire room went quiet. Everyone here knew exactly how valuable a vase like that was. Still, most of them cared much more about their own agenda than about broken porcelain.

Norris’s gaze sharpened. He’d only met Rebecca twice, but he could already tell she had another meaning behind her words. With a look, he silently told Aaron to check the broken pieces.

“Rebecca, quit playing games. We’re talking about how you hurt Shirley. Stop trying to change the topic. Today, if you don’t apologize to Shirley, there’s no way I’m letting you off the hook!” Harriet jumped in, her patience clearly worn thin. She’d been waiting for a chance to put Rebecca in her place, and now that she finally had one, there was no way she was backing down.

“Apologize?” Rebecca’s voice stayed flat. “Worry about the tea first. That cup wasn’t clean.”

“What did you just say?” Harriet’s eyes went wide, her face twisting in outrage. “What kind of nonsense is that? Why wouldn’t she be alive?”

A heavy, nervous feeling crept into Shirley’s chest. She couldn’t shake the thought that Rebecca might actually know something. For a split second, panic took over, rooting her to the spot.

“Rebecca, what are you even talking about?” someone asked, frustration growing.

Norris’s expression darkened. He looked straight at Aaron, his gaze intense and demanding action.

At first, Aaron hadn’t noticed anything strange. But when Rebecca walked out from behind an armchair, stopped by his side, and nudged a piece of broken porcelain with her shoe, it suddenly clicked.

“Ableson—the teacup was tampered with. Get Steven. Now.”

He was so rattled that his voice actually shook.

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