Chapter 552: Adrian, I Feel Awful

The mysterious fragrance subtly lingered in the air, as if trying to evoke people’s deepest, hidden desires.

Adrian Law paused with his hand on the doorknob, his handsome brows slightly furrowed, and a wave of nausea rose in his stomach, but his mind was clearer than ever.

——Others might not know, but the Law Family, for the potential next-generation family head, trains them with various medicines from a young age, rendering them immune to typical Passion Burning Incense or intoxication fumes.

At this moment, instead of being confused, Adrian was very calmly scanning the women’s clothes deliberately placed on the ground.

First a coat, then a long dress, and behind those, suggestive women’s intimate apparel, all the way leading to the bathroom door.

...

The door was ajar.

Adrian’s lips curled into a cold arc. He exhaled lightly, stepped to the doorway, and heard inside a very sweet moan mixed with the sound of running water, which was increasingly stirring.

"Mmm... ah..."

"Adrian... why aren’t you here yet... Rosalind is so uncomfortable... please help Rosalind... ooh... give me..."

"Rosalind’s body is still pure... ooh, so uncomfortable, Adrian, please hurry up and appear..."

The woman’s voice seemed sugar-coated, making one’s heart race. It wasn’t hard to imagine the splendid scene inside the bathroom at this moment.

Just listening made one want to have a nosebleed.

Though Adrian’s footsteps weren’t soft, Rosalind White seemed not to hear them at all, just immersing herself in her own singing and moaning in the bathroom. Presumably, she was also under the influence of the Passion Burning Incense, and her mind was somewhat blurred.

Her most honest desires were stirred up, losing control in this enticing fragrance.

...

Adrian’s expression was cold and indifferent. He glanced at the exquisite copper burner placed on the glass platform, ultimately doing nothing but silently withdrawing from the room.

After thinking for a long time, he still didn’t close the door.

——Since Rosalind White wanted a man to cherish her so much, someone would definitely play out this drama for her.

...

Adrian stood idly at the door and finally chose to go to the corridor, silently checking a locator.

——I wonder how Cecilia is doing.

Adrian frowned, pondering whether to visit Cecilia Vaughn.

...

Meanwhile, Cecilia Vaughn’s situation was far from as smooth as Adrian’s. She was taken to Fiona Vaughn’s room, on this building’s top floor, while her and Adrian’s room was just downstairs.

"Fiona Vaughn, it’s just you and me here, so let’s not beat around the bush. Just tell me directly, was my mother’s maritime accident back then orchestrated by your mother and Gregory?"

Cecilia pretended to fiddle absently with her makeup bag, which contained a canister of pepper spray.

Although Cecilia wasn’t concerned about Fiona, who was pregnant, Fiona had backstabbed her too many times. Sometimes, physical strength isn’t the top priority, as visible dangers are easier to avoid than hidden ones.

But Cecilia wasn’t afraid; she was ready for whatever came her way and wanted to see what kind of trouble Fiona was brewing.

...

Fiona wiped her tears pitifully.

"Sister, why would you think that about me and Dad? My mother is already in jail, yet you still doubt her causing your mother’s misfortune? When will revenge ever end, really, I came here this time to find reconciliation with you, sister."

"..."

Cecilia’s lips curled into a mocking smile.

"Reconciliation? Are you sure?"

Her eyes coldly assessed Fiona’s timid, tender face, almost making her feel sick.

She certainly didn’t believe a word from this liar. If she couldn’t get any sense out of Fiona, she might as well leave; being around someone like her was just a waste of precious life.

"Sister, don’t you trust me? Is it only when I’ve lost everything that you’ll believe there’s a day I can let go of our grudge?"

The girl’s willow-like eyebrows drooped low, and she seemed devoid of spirit, as if Cecilia’s words had really hit her hard.

Cecilia was used to Fiona’s acting scenes like this and didn’t believe a word in her heart. She half-smiled, raising her lashes slightly.

"Fiona, please, at least Florence Warner took the fall for you and went to prison. Now you’re telling an enemy you want to let bygones be bygones, saying nemesis should be resolved, not formed. If I believed that, how low would my IQ be?"

"Sister—"

Fiona called out anxiously.

Seeing Cecilia begin to turn and leave, Fiona shouted hastily.

"Sister! No matter what you believe, when your mother had that accident at sea, it really had nothing to do with Father and my mom!"

"Nonsense!"

Cecilia looked at her coldly.

"After all, it was a natural disaster, not a man-made one."

Moreover, back then Wendy Sutton randomly chose a dock; even Gregory Vaughn couldn’t have guessed she’d take that ship.

"What I want to know is, after the maritime disaster, did you hinder anyone from rescuing my mother, or did you interfere with my mother’s body?"

Otherwise, why has she been nowhere to be found all these years?

The sea in that area isn’t deep, and salvage teams put in considerable effort, retrieving most bodies.

Yet Cecilia’s mother, Wendy Sutton, was among the very few who vanished.

When Cecilia’s grandmother heard of her only daughter’s death, she nearly had a heart attack. After being rushed to the hospital, she still aged overnight.

In the end, Wendy Sutton’s body couldn’t even be found.

Grandma fell into sorrow for a long time after, forever haunted by the loss.

...

Such pain of losing a dear one, especially when it’s a white-haired person seeing off a black-haired one—if you have a heart, how can you act as if nothing has happened?

Back then, Cecilia and her brother Evan Vaughn were still young; Cecilia was in middle school, and Evan was still in elementary school. Even in their ignorance, they knew the taste of pain.

No one would ever again affectionately call them home, make delicious food for them, or remind them to wear an extra jacket when it was cold.

The memories flooded back, and Cecilia’s palms clenched tightly.

Fiona’s eyes flickered evasively, and she finally hesitated to say.

"Sister, back then it was all handled by the authorities; Father didn’t have such power. Actually... I used your mother’s name to lure you here mainly because Mr. Adams admires you and wants to have an academic exchange with you."

"Admire me?"

Cecilia’s face showed a confused expression.

Fiona lightly clapped her hands, and soon, a suit-clad foreign man walked out of the bedroom, Mr. Adams elegantly extending his hand to Cecilia.

"Hello, Miss Cecilia Vaughn."

Mr. Adams was middle-aged but maintained his appearance well; he only had dark circles under his eyes, indicating a less disciplined private life.