Sierra Yarrow looked at Navid Byrd's doomsday-like expression and twisted her smile. "Oh dear, my lovely sister was such a promising pianist. It's a shame her face ruined it all.
For you, that scar will never heal, haha. She almost got into Hanlin Music Academy, you know."
"Tsk tsk, it's really enviable. If her face had been treated in time, she might have been a music master by now. But alas, what academy would want an ugly pianist?
They'd be laughed out of the room!"
"And it's all thanks to you. She missed the best time to heal her scars to save you.
She's the biggest fool in the world!"
Boom, something snapped in Navid's mind, the brutal truth bleeding painfully. He had been in love with the wrong person for five whole years, mistaking fish eyes for pearls, dreaming of giving Sierra the world.
Wasn't he the most ridiculous and pathetic one?
Thank goodness for the wake-up call. If he had continued to be deceived by this disgusting pair, he shuddered to think of the hell he might have ended up in.
Steadying himself, he still had unanswered questions. "Why did you pretend to be her and marry me? What was your goal?"
Sierra curled her lips in a mocking smile. "It was that old man. He insisted that only the owner of the jade pendant could inherit the family business.
Otherwise, do you think I'd marry someone as pathetic as you? I thought it was just an act, but who knew my dear sister would end up pregnant with your child."
"Priya Yarrow was just a tool for me to seize the inheritance, and you... you were just a bridge to gain the old man's trust.
Luckily, he's on his deathbed, barely coherent, only managing to leave a will naming the pendant's owner without specifying a name. Otherwise, I wouldn't have this chance!"
"Now that the old geezer has kicked the bucket, I've smoothly become the heir. You and that ugly duckling can retire from the stage."
"Out of the kindness of my heart, I'll let you die knowing the truth, so you don't become obsessed with loving me. That's not a good thing... haha, you're the funniest pair of foolish spouses I've ever seen!"
Sierra's face was full of smugness, like a victorious rooster. The years of resentment she had felt under Priya's shadow suddenly dissipated, leaving her feeling incredibly refreshed.
"Since you know everything now, let's get the divorce over with quickly. After that, we can both go our separate ways.
But this little brat stays with me. I've promised to give her as a gift to the Wang family's son. You can't take her!"
Sierra arrogantly pointed at the trembling little girl, completely oblivious to Navid's icy, deathly stare.
So, this woman and Priya are sisters, plotting against each other for the family fortune, even willing to harm their own blood. What a vicious mind!
"Ugly witch, well, well..." Navid Byrd sneered coldly, his teeth nearly grinding to dust in anger. "Priya Yarrow, where is she?"
"Oh, you want to know where your benefactor is? Sure, leave her with me, and I'll tell you where she is," came the taunting reply.
"Ha, I suggest you don't bother looking for her. She's probably entertaining guests at some bar right now," Humphrey Walker sneered. "Her face might not be much, but that body... unforgettable."
Sierra Yarrow, despite her disdain for her daughter, saw her as the key to a wealthy life and wasn't about to let anyone else have her.
Blatantly offering her own daughter, Sierra was truly courting death!
Navid Byrd, who had faced countless enemies, wasn't about to let a mere schemer get away with this. If not for his daughter being present and his desire to avoid bloodshed, this woman would have been long gone.
With a sinister chuckle, Navid suddenly grabbed Sierra by her proud swan-like neck, lifting her like a ragdoll.
"You think I'm dead, daring to act up in front of me?"
Humphrey Walker, furious, grabbed a vase from the table and hurled it at Navid.
Without even looking, Navid kicked out, his foot connecting with Humphrey's head.
Humphrey let out a yelp, collapsing like a dead dog, his face swelling like a pig's, unable to utter a word.
Selling his daughter, did he agree to that?
Sierra's face was full of terror, her lips turning a deep purple as she struggled to breathe.
Navid Byrd stared directly at Sierra Yarrow, his voice chilling and ghostly. "I'll ask one more time, where is Priya Yarrow? If you don't want to talk, you might as well be dead!"
Sierra struggled desperately, the overwhelming sensation of suffocation making it impossible for her to speak.
Navid frowned in disgust, then tossed her to the ground with a flick of his wrist, dragging her by the hair as he slowly walked toward Humphrey Walker.
Each step Navid took was painfully slow, and Sierra felt like every second brought her closer to death.
Looking at Humphrey, who was lying on the ground, Navid threw Sierra onto him like she was trash, the force of it creating a deep dent in the floor.
Navid pressed his foot against Sierra's face and said harshly, "This is your last chance."
"You better pray she's unharmed. But from today, your life belongs to Priya Yarrow."
"Killing you would just dirty my hands."
Navid's words lingered like a curse, and without another glance at the defeated pair, he picked up his daughter and left.
It wasn't until Navid's silhouette disappeared that Humphrey managed to get up from the ground.
As a young master of a wealthy family, he had never been so humiliated. He couldn't swallow this insult without getting even.
With a dark expression, he pulled out his phone to call for reinforcements.
At the Rose Bar, a place of chaos and elegance, the elite gathered. Only the rich and powerful could afford to be here.
Priya Yarrow had been forced into this situation by the Xia family. Initially meant to entertain guests, her skillful piano playing had temporarily spared her from becoming a plaything.
Navid looked up at the men and women bathed in neon lights, his heart aching. It had been five years, and he had not only ruined the girl's life but also driven her and her mother to such a desperate state.
He had defended his country but lost his home. What did it matter if he was a war hero? He was still utterly defeated.
Regret surged through him, threatening to destroy everything in its path.
Meanwhile, on stage, Priya Yarrow was oblivious to everything else. She was completely absorbed in the music, feeling truly alive for the first time in ages.
As the final notes of the stirring melody faded, Priya, dressed in a simple gown, gracefully bowed to the thunderous applause from the audience and stepped down elegantly.
The onlookers, despite the veil covering her face, were captivated by Priya's beauty and grace, drooling over her elegance. Her figure and demeanor were mesmerizing. If not for the scars on her face, she would have been considered a peerless beauty.
"Priya Yarrow, why act so high and mighty in a place like this? Come over and have a drink with me, and I'll give you a nice tip!"
"Tsk, tsk, what a shame—a beautiful woman disfigured!"
"What's there to pity? If she hadn't lost her looks, you wouldn't get to hear the former number one beauty play the piano!"
Priya seemed accustomed to these vile remarks. She picked up a glass of wine, forced a smile, and with difficulty, walked into a private room to face a man with a face full of flesh.
"Frank, could you please help with my daughter's matter... I toast to you with this drink."
"Haha, sure thing, beauty, but drink up first!" As soon as he finished speaking, Frank lecherously placed his hand on Priya's thigh, moving it back and forth.