Chapter5
Sylvia fell and crashed into several house staff coming up the stairs. They all ended up sprawled across the marble steps. What a ridiculous scene!
Hearing the noise, the Mosley family, who had been waiting in the study for the servants, all came out of the room.
Seeing the mess, Vicente rushed forward and went straight to check on Sylvia. She couldn’t get up.
“Sylvia, are you okay?”
Sylvia nodded her head lightly, biting her lip as if trying her best to stifle the sound of a pained gasp.
“I’m fine, Vicente…”
Vicente scolded her, but his voice held no real anger. “You call this fine? Your knee is swollen!”
He then looked up at Yesenia, who stood beside the staircase, his gentle tone vanishing completely. “Yesenia Carson Mosley! This is your doing again, isn’t it?”
Once more, she was blamed for something she didn’t do.
Any hint of Sylvia being wronged or hurt would always somehow become Yesenia’s fault.
By now, Yesenia was completely unfazed.
Sylvia softly explained, “It had nothing to do with her. I just lost my balance.”
Belinda clearly didn’t believe her and assumed she was just trying to smooth things over for Yesenia. “You’re always careful and meticulous. There’s no way you just slipped like that. Stop covering for her.”
A moment later, Theresa Mosley came out, supported by a maid. Her eyes briefly passed over Sylvia but quickly landed on a box lying in the corner.
Her face paled in alarm. “The Sparrow Floral Vase!”
Only then did everyone else realize what had happened.
Vicente walked over and picked up the box.
He opened it, only to see shards of porcelain.
Everyone’s expressions instantly changed.
Vicente stormed over to Yesenia with the broken box in hand. “Do you have any idea what a disaster you’ve caused?”
Yesenia glanced at the shards, her face blank. “Sylvia falls. Why do you blame me? She crashes into something, yet it is still my fault. How come?”
The servants, afraid of being blamed, quickly jumped in.
“When we were coming upstairs, Ms. Sylvia was apologizing to Ms. Yesenia, asking for forgiveness. She even wanted to give her all the gifts she received for her birthday.”
“That’s right, we all heard it. Ms. Sylvia tried to stop Ms. Yesenia from leaving. Ms. Yesenia just stepped to the side, when Sylvia pulled her and lost her balance. That’s how she fell.”
“If Ms. Yesenia had just reached out and helped, Ms. Sylvia wouldn’t have fallen, and the antique vase wouldn’t be broken…”
Hearing this, the Mosley family looked even more displeased.
Vicente exploded. “We’ve got witnesses and evidence, and you’re still trying to deny it! You know exactly how much time and effort Sylvia spent getting this vase back. You deliberately set her up to destroy something she worked so hard for!
“All because we threw Sylvia a birthday party? Yesenia Carson Mosley, I used to think you were just mean, but now I see you’re vicious!”
“It’s just a damn vase. Only a fool would care about it.” Yesenia lifted her head, her expression calm. “She can’t walk properly. How come it’s my fault? She’s been bothering me, yet why did I have to help her when she was about to fall?”
That made everyone speechless.
Theresa couldn’t take it anymore. “You uncultured brat! That’s not an average vase! It’s from hundreds of years ago and it’s worth 50 million! That’s an antique you could never even dream of touching in your lifetime!”
Hearing that, even Belinda looked frustrated. Her graceful composure nearly vanished.
She looked at Yesenia, eyes filled with deep disappointment.
“Sylvia went through enormous trouble, begging the original owner for nearly a month before they finally agreed to sell it. All to help your fourth brother secure that deal with Wren Serrano… I thought you were just spoiled. Turns out you’re truly vile. You’re beyond redemption!”
“Mom, what are you even saying to her? You think someone like her even knows who Wren Serrano is?!”
Vicente roared, “She’s dumb and vicious at the same time! She pushed Sylvia down the stairs on purpose and now she wants to ruin Gilberto’s business deal too!”
“You said you wanted to cut ties with the Mosley family, so why are you back here making trouble for everyone else?”
“So much noise. What now?”
As soon as Braylon Mosley, Cayden Mosley, and Santino Mosley entered the house, they heard a quarrel.
Ever since Yesenia was brought back, there hadn’t been a single peaceful day at home.
Braylon couldn’t understand. It had been predicted that as long as Yesenia was brought back after reaching adulthood, there would be no conflict affecting the Mosley family’s century-old legacy.
But now…
A murky shadow clouded Braylon’s eyes, his emotions unclear.
Vicente couldn’t wait to tattle, “Dad, brothers, Yesenia made Sylvia fall down the stairs, and she also broke the antique vase!”
Belinda then explained the whole story.
The three looked shocked.
Though silent, the looks they gave Yesenia were condemning.
Just like every time before…
Since she returned to the Mosley family, no one had cared for her, believed her, defended her, or treated her as one of their own.
Not a single person.
Yesenia couldn’t help but mock herself. What had she been holding on to so stubbornly in her past life?
Was it just for a bunch of blind, ungrateful scoundrels who favored an outsider over their own blood?
Braylon, usually stern-faced and never fulfilling his role as a father, now reprimanded her with a proud and serious tone. “Yesenia, we were indeed at fault toward you in the beginning, but that doesn’t mean we should let you keep acting recklessly.”
Yesenia sneered and sarcastically retorted, “If you know you wronged me, why have you never made amends? Bringing me back to the Mosley family is supposed to be your compensation. And you expect me to be grateful? What a great favor from the Mosleys!”
Braylon was stunned, unable to believe Yesenia could say something so disrespectful.
Cayden, with the authority of the eldest brother, commanded, “Enough, Yesenia. Stop it. Apologize to Dad and Sylvia.”
“Apologize for what? Teach me, OK? I don’t understand!”
Every word spat from her mouth felt like a dagger aimed to wound them deeply.
The whole Mosley family was shocked. Had Yesenia truly lost her mind?
“Dad, Mom, Grandma, brothers, it’s not Yesenia’s fault. It’s mine,” said Sylvia.
“If I hadn’t tried to pull Yesenia away, I wouldn’t have fallen or broken the vase. It’s all my fault. Please don’t blame Yesenia for this because of me…”
Sylvia stepped forward, eyes slightly red. She looked pitiful. Her slender knees were swollen and bruised as she pleaded with everyone.
What was Sylvia like before?
She was showered with endless love. Few in Kraitburgh dared to cross her.
But ever since Sylvia learned two years ago that she wasn’t the Mosley family’s biological daughter, she had become cautious, gentle, and compliant, afraid of being cast out.
Especially now, injured, with a priceless antique destroyed, yet she was still taking all the blame upon herself to protect Yesenia.
In such contrast, Yesenia appeared even more like an unreasonable troublemaker, disrupting their whole family from within.
Santino, who had remained silent until now, finally spoke up, “That precious item was actually obtained by Sylvia and is worth 50 million. Gilberto wouldn’t argue about the money with Sylvia. Yesenia, apologize to Sylvia, and we’ll let this go.”
