She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor-Chapter 203 - Calling Off This Marriage

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Chapter 203: Chapter 203: Calling Off This Marriage

Chapter 203: Chapter 203: Calling Off This Marriage

“It’s fine, you’re merely fighting fire with fire. What’s wrong with that?” Old Lady Mrs. Knox looked at Hope Williams’s delicate and pretty face, her eyes full of affection.

“Come, it’s not often we get the chance to talk. Stay and chat with grandma.”

Hope Williams smiled slightly and stood behind Old Lady Mrs. Knox, slowly pushing the wheelchair away.

Vivia Fuller’s face turned exceptionally gloomy, and her brow twitched violently in anger.

It couldn’t have been clearer that the old lady was protecting Hope Williams, blatantly disrespecting her.

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Detestable.

Utterly detestable!

As Vivia struggled to maintain her composure, Mia Fuller didn’t stop causing trouble for her in the background.

“Alexander Knox!” Mia Fuller abruptly grasped the departing Alexander’s arm. “Can’t you see that I’m your fiancée? I’m being bullied like this, and you’re just standing there, indifferent?”

“Fiancée? You know better than I do how our engagement has endured until now. I’m already giving you face by not exposing you on the spot. Don’t push your luck!” Alexander’s voice was chillingly cold.

“What do you mean? I’m not the one breaking off our engagement, and now you want to break it off with me? Alexander Knox, I am a daughter of the Fuller Family. If anyone should be talking about breaking off the engagement, it should be me to you. What right do you have to break it off with me?”

Mia wore a haughty expression, her voice shrill with indignation.

Alexander Knox snorted coldly, filled with nothing but disgust for such a Mia Fuller.

Arrogant and condescending, as if everyone should revolve around her.

“Yes, you’re a daughter of the Fuller Family; my Knox Family couldn’t possibly reach your high standards. Please, high-and-mighty Miss Mia Fuller, get out of my Knox Family’s banquet. There’s no room for a big Buddha like you here.”

Alexander walked several steps past Mia, whose gaze seemed murderous. He turned back coldly and added, “And one more thing, this marriage is off.”

The marriage is off!

Panic surged in her heart as she stared at Alexander’s retreating silhouette, her body involuntarily stumbling backward two steps.

No.

She didn’t want to be dumped.

Everyone knew they were to be married.

If she were dumped now, where would she put her face?

She, a daughter of the Fuller Family, couldn’t possibly be dumped.

If anyone should initiate a break-up, it should be her. She couldn’t, no matter what, be the one who was dumped.

“Sis, sis, help me. Alexander said he’s calling off the marriage, I don’t want that. I can’t be dumped.” Mia rushed to Vivia Fuller, clutching her hand desperately, her face streaming with tears, pleading bitterly.

Vivia clenched her back teeth, her face dark as storm clouds.

Mia’s hand was flung away forcefully.

“You dimwit, I swear I want to slap you to death.”

Mia felt a lump in her throat as she looked at Vivia, her hand frozen in the air where it had been slapped away.

All she could see in her eyes was boundless panic and bewilderment after her impulsive act.

“No, sis, I know I was wrong. I should have listened to you. I won’t act recklessly anymore; I really don’t dare. Please help me. I am a daughter of the Fuller Family; I can’t let myself be dumped. It’s not just an insult to me but also a disrespect to the Fuller Family.”

She knew Vivia cared deeply about face. Vivia was to be the future Family Head and would not tolerate anyone tarnishing the Fuller Family’s reputation.

She would help her; she had to.

“Sis, if you don’t help me, tonight’s incident will also bring shame to the Fuller Family. I’ll go and cry to grandpa, and he’ll blame you too, so you have to help me.”

Vivia’s expression darkened, “You dare to threaten me?”

“It’s not a threat; we’re sisters, both members of the Fuller Family. A daughter of the Fuller Family can’t be dumped; it’s a disgrace not just to me but also to you. So, sis, saving me is saving yourself. You are the future Family Head; think of the bigger picture,” Mia’s voice trembled but was ferociously determined.

Vivia glared at her ferociously, “I won’t allow the Fuller Family to be stained, but Mia Fuller, do you know how troublesome you are? Rather than solving the problem, I prefer to completely remove the stain.”

Mia’s pupils suddenly constricted.

She understood perfectly well what Vivia meant.

“You! I’m your own sister.”

“Anyone who stands in my way deserves to die. And you are no exception.”

Mia stared at Vivia in disbelief, her lifted hand not daring to touch Vivia again.

“What? Scared?” Vivia suddenly grabbed Mia’s hand.

It hurt where she was gripping her wrist.

“Remember this, I’m giving you one last chance. If you dare to cause trouble again, I’ll kill you.”

Mia’s chest heaved violently, looking at the figure before her, almost seeing a devil in her terror.

“Did you hear me clearly?”

Mia swallowed hard, her voice trembling, “…Yes, I heard you, clearly.”

It was only then that Vivia released Mia’s hand, straightening her dress lightly, “Go clean yourself up.”

Her gaze shifted thoughtfully towards Hope Williams and others not far away, her eyes emitting a fierce light, “The marriage can’t be saved, then let it be called off, but he must be made the guilty party.”

Mia squinted, “What do you mean?”

“Since he likes Hope Williams, let’s indulge him. With all this media around, it should be enough to ruin both their reputations. Pre-marital infidelity, what do you think?”

“You’re suggesting…”

A glint of understanding flashed in Mia’s eyes.

Two birds with one stone.

Hope Williams and Alexander Knox—one a future Young Madam of the Lewis Family, the other a married man. An affair, infidelity, don’t let it be too thrilling, too spectacular.

By ruining Hope Williams, Alexander would become the guilty party, having no right to call off the engagement with her.

Thinking this way, Mia’s heart finally felt liberated.

It seems that, when it comes to ruthlessness, Vivia Fuller has the upper hand.

After Mia cleaned herself up in the restroom and came out, Vivia Fuller was toying with a small bottle of pills in her hand.