Chapter 305

"Enough!"

Sebastian Valdemar's voice cut through the air like ice.

"Professor Valdemar, you're scolding me?"

Tiffany Roscente's eyes instantly welled up with tears. She had never seen Sebastian lose his composure like this. The usually gentle man had now snapped at her twice—all because of Sophia Lowell.

"How dare you defend her! She seduced my uncle—"

"Silence."

Sebastian's brows furrowed, his gaze frosty.

Tiffany trembled, then suddenly turned on Sophia. "It's you! You must have bewitched Professor Valdemar! Sophia, why don't you just die? A worthless bitch like you deserves to be torn apart—just like your dead aunt. And any child she might have—"

Splash!

A glass of juice hit her square in the face.

Tiffany staggered back, her meticulously applied makeup now a ruined mess.

"Ah! Sophia, you—"

"One more word, and next time it'll be boiling water." Sophia's eyes blazed.

For a moment, Tiffany froze. Then she burst into hysterical laughter. "Go ahead! Do it! I'll make sure you rot in prison! Professor Valdemar is just another fool you've tricked! Two years ago, you crawled into my uncle's bed—playing the innocent by day, acting like a whore by night—"

Crack!

A sharp slap landed across her cheek.

Every eye in the café turned toward them.

Clutching her stinging face, Tiffany remembered the humiliation of kneeling in the Ancestral Hall. Rage boiled over. She dropped all pretense and shrieked, "Who are you pretending to be? You're nothing but my uncle's plaything! When Isabella Valentine returns, you won’t even be fit to polish her shoes!"

She raised her hand to strike back.

Sebastian swiftly pulled Sophia behind him, gripping Tiffany's wrist. "That's enough!"

"I'm the crazy one?" Tiffany's tears spilled over. "She's the homewrecker sleeping with my uncle, and you protect her?"

"I seduced him?"

Sophia let out a cold laugh. "Is that the poison Isabella fed you? She’s not even here to fight her own battles, yet you bark like a trained dog. Take my advice—get some sun. Maybe it’ll clear your head."

"Liar!" Tiffany's face twisted. "Isabella and my uncle are getting married! And you still shamelessly follow him on business trips, flaunting yourself! If Grandfather knew—"

Her words grew venomous. "What are you, anyway? Just a stray dog the Roscentes took in! You’re not even fit to lick Isabella’s shoes! In the old days, trash like you wouldn’t even qualify as a concubine!"

Sophia's face drained of color, her nails digging deep into her palms.