Chapter 567

The lights of the police cars flashed outside the mansion, their sirens shattering the afternoon calm of Marigoldia.

As Zoey, Claire, and Wren entered the mansion with several local police officers, they found Saskia collapsed on the floor. Her meticulously styled curls were now a tangled mess, and her makeup was smeared by tears.

"I didn't! I didn't hire anyone!" Saskia screamed hysterically, clutching the carpet with a death grip. "That thug is framing me!"

No matter what, Saskia would never admit she had hired Rashid. She believed that as long as she denied it, the police wouldn't be able to do anything to her.

However, the lead officer, expressionless, presented an arrest warrant. "Saskia, based on Rashid's testimony and recorded phone evidence, you are suspected of inciting intentional harm. Please cooperate with our investigation."

"Recording? What recording?" Saskia's head snapped up, her face turning ghostly pale.

She realized that the devious Rashid must have secretly recorded their conversations. If she had known he was so cunning, she would have been more careful when contacting him, leaving no evidence behind.

Zoey stepped forward coldly, handing a recorder to the officer. "This was extracted from Rashid's phone. An hour ago, Saskia explicitly asked, 'Is Claire's face ruined?'"

The officer pressed play, and Saskia's eager, expectant voice echoed clearly through the mansion, "Well? Did you succeed? Is Claire's face ruined? I want her face to never attract Joseph again!"

Hearing her own voice, Saskia collapsed further.

Her lips trembled, but she could no longer muster any words of denial.

Joseph stood nearby, his eyes blazing with anger.

He strode over to Saskia, his voice as cold as ice. "Now, do you have anything to say?"

The usually gentle Joseph now looked at Saskia as if she were already dead.

Saskia lifted her head, tears streaming down her cheeks.

To everyone's surprise, she suddenly smiled eerily. "Because I love you, Joseph."

Her voice was terrifyingly soft. "I couldn't just watch you marry someone else. I couldn't..."

"You love me?" Joseph laughed coldly, as if hearing a ridiculous joke. "Saskia, we just grew up together. You've always been flirting with different guys. Did you think I didn't know?"

Saskia's body shook violently, her eyes growing even more crazed. "That was in the past! I..."

"A few years ago, you married abroad for money," Joseph interrupted mercilessly. "I heard you got divorced because that rich guy went bankrupt. Now you come back and suddenly remember me?"

He leaned in, his eyes full of disgust. "Your love is so fake, it makes me sick."

Saskia trembled all over, her love turning into hatred.

Just as she was about to speak, Joseph straightened up and gestured to the officer. "Take her away. I don't want to see her face again."

Two female officers stepped forward, lifting Saskia from either side.

It wasn't until the handcuffs clicked around her wrists that Saskia began to struggle as if waking from a dream. "No! You can't do this! Becky! Becky, help me!"

Becky stood in the corner, her face pale.

Hearing Saskia's cries, she instinctively took a step forward but was held back firmly by Dean.

"Don't be stupid!" Dean hissed, his voice low. "Saskia's done for! Do you want to drag our whole family down with her?"

Becky closed her eyes in pain, tears streaming down her face.

But Saskia's screams grew more desperate. "Becky! You can't abandon me! Mom and Dad asked you to take care of me before they died! You promised them!"

These words cut into Becky's heart like a knife.

She broke free from Dean's grip and rushed to Joseph's parents, Wilder and Nora.

"Mr. Wilder Green! Mrs. Nora Green!" Becky knelt before them, her voice choked with sobs. "Please, for my parents' sake, give Saskia another chance. She was just confused."

Nora turned away, her eyes full of disappointment. "Becky, Saskia went too far this time. Tomorrow is Joseph and Claire's wedding, and she tried to ruin Claire's face?"

Wilder stood up, his voice stern. "The Green family will have no further dealings with the Fuller family. Out of respect for Mr. Fuller, I won't hold you responsible today, but you must leave Marigoldia immediately."

Becky collapsed to the floor, the last glimmer of hope fading from her eyes.

Dean quickly walked over, pulling Becky to her feet. "Enough! We're leaving!"

He turned to the Green family, bowing deeply. "I'm sorry for the trouble. We'll leave right away."

Ten-year-old Zaid hid at the stairway corner, watching in terror.

When Dean sternly called him, Zaid ran down, eyes red, and clung tightly to Becky's hand.

They hastily packed a few belongings and left the mansion under the watchful eyes of everyone.

No one saw them off, no one said goodbye, only the piercing sirens of the police cars accompanied their departure.

Claire and Zoey stood on the second-floor balcony, quietly watching them get into the car arranged by the hotel.

Before getting in, Becky looked back one last time, her eyes full of regret and unwillingness, but it was too late.

"She deserves it," Zoey said coldly, turning to Claire. "If Becky hadn't always indulged Saskia, none of this would have happened."

Claire sighed softly, the gloom in her eyes gradually dissipating. "Yes, they got what they deserved."

Zoey put an arm around Claire's shoulders, her tone lightening. "Alright, don't think about it anymore. Tomorrow is your big day, be happy!"

Downstairs, the police were already putting Saskia into the squad car.

Through the window, she stared daggers at Claire on the balcony, her hatred almost tangible.

But as the police car drove away, her twisted face finally disappeared in the dust.

The setting sun marked the end of this drama.

Claire took a deep breath of the salty sea air, feeling the tightness in her chest ease.

Tomorrow, she would wear her white wedding dress and, under the clear blue sky, vow to spend her life with Joseph.

And tonight, the stars over Marigoldia would shine especially bright.

"Let's go," Zoey smiled, taking Claire's hand. "Let's get a spa treatment and a good night's sleep. Tomorrow, I want to see the most beautiful bride."

Claire nodded, a genuine smile finally spreading across her face.

The two girls walked down the stairs hand in hand, ready to embrace the hopeful tomorrow.