Chapter 43: The Truth Unveiled, A Family Torn Apart–1
Chapter 43: The Truth Unveiled, A Family Torn Apart
(Eleanor’s POV)
Vanessa looked at me with tearful eyes, her delicate features contorted in distress.
“Grandma…” she pleaded, her voice barely above a whisper.
I glanced between my grandson Connor, standing tall with that unmistakable Rivers family authority, and Vanessa, the girl I’d doted on since she joined our family. The
tension in the room was suffocating.
“Forget it,” I sighed deeply, my old heart heavy with disappointment. “Vanessa, since that incident at Crescent Moon Stables was a misunderstanding, please explain it again in front of everyone. I believe Olivia is not an unreasonable person.”
The weight of my words pressed upon Vanessa like a physical force. No one spoke up to shield her now, not even me, her beloved foster grandmother who had always
taken her side.
Sniffling pitifully, she began her tale, painting herself as a wronged and fragile girl.
“That day at the stables, I asked Sister Olivia to teach me to ride. Everything was going well, but suddenly Moonbeam went mad and threw me off, and I was injured.”
Everyone present knew this story, yet the way Connor had hinted earlier suggested a hidden agenda. We all listened in silence, waiting for her to continue.
Vanessa nervously glanced at Connor, whose ice–blue gaze was sharp as a blade, making her visibly tremble. She bit her lip and added more details.
“Actually, it was just a misunderstanding. I thought Sister Olivia disliked me and deliberately made Moonbeam crazy to harm me. But afterward, I heard that there was a wound found on the mare’s neck, probably from before she was brought out.”
Her voice grew shakier as she continued.
“I must have accidentally pressed on the injury, which caused Moonbeam to panic
and lose control.”
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Turning her tear–filled violet eyes to Olivia, she choked out, “I’m sorry, Sister Olivia. I wrongly suspected you and shouldn’t have harbored such malicious thoughts. Can you forgive me?”
(Olivia’s POV)
I frowned but remained silent, my amber eyes cool and detached. The performance before me was painfully transparent–Vanessa’s pitiful act failing to mask the deception that anyone could detect.
Her violet eyes brimmed with tears that seemed calculated rather than genuine. The
way she twisted the truth while appearing to confess disgusted me.
(Katherine’s POV)
I could not hide my displeasure as I watched this shameful display. My foster
daughter, whom I had raised alongside my own son, had apparently lied about Olivia.
“Vanessa, how could you think such a thing of Olivia? How could she harm you?” I
reproached, my amber eyes flashing with maternal disappointment.
William, my husband and Alpha of our family, frowned deeply beside me.
“Why didn’t you just enroll in an equestrian class if you wanted to learn?” he asked sternly. “Not only did you fail to learn, you got yourself injured and even created such a misunderstanding with your brother’s fiancée.”
The mention of “fiancée” visibly sparked something in Vanessa’s eyes–a flash of
jealousy that she quickly suppressed. She bowed her head, whispering, “I know I was wrong, Dad, Mom.”
(Connor’s POV)
I kept my eyes icy, refusing to soften at her practiced display of remorse.
“Didn’t you say that day Olivia kicked Moonbeam hard, causing her to go wild? Why
don’t you mention that now?” I challenged.
Without waiting for her reply, I turned to my parents, my voice cold as frost.
“Mom, Dad, who has been responsible for Vanessa’s upbringing? How did she
become like this–full of lies and schemes?”
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My parents exchanged a worried glance, finally realizing the matter was more serious
than a childish quarrel. My mother turned sharply toward Vanessa.
“Did you lie to us?” she demanded.
Vanessa’s tears gushed anew, pitiful and desperate. “I… I was wrong, Mom…”
My grandmother’s expression hardened as the truth became clear.
“You told me it was a misunderstanding, but you never said you lied to frame her,” she
said, her voice trembling with disappointment. “Is this what your education taught
you–to slander others with lies?”
(Richard’s POV)
I felt my face darken with anger as I listened to this confession. My daughter had
been wrongfully accused by this girl.
“Matriarch Rivers, Mr. Rivers, my daughter Olivia would never harm anyone,” I stated
firmly. “Since your foster daughter lied to frame her, I expect a proper explanation.”
Beside me, Natalie’s voice rang out too, unusually protective.
“Yes, Olivia is the treasure of our family. We may not be as influential as your Rivers
family, but our daughter is kind and innocent, never capable of such despicable acts.”
(Olivia’s POV)
Hearing my father and stepmother defend me so sincerely, my heart tightened with a
wave of emotion. The years of estrangement suddenly paled before their unwavering
protection–perhaps their love had always been there, even if buried beneath
misunderstandings.
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