Chapter 950

Chapter 950:

Evita reeled from the impact of Vienna’s slap. She clutched the stinging side of her face, her head snapping to the side as fury blazed in her eyes.

“Ms. Hobbes, I was defending you! How could you hit me?” Tears brimmed in Evita’s eyes. This wretched woman—if Vienna truly needed to strike someone, it should have been the woman inside—certainly not her—and definitely not with such force. Never in her life had she been humiliated like this, slapped in front of an audience!

The designers who had arrived with Evita immediately stepped forward, forming a protective circle around her.

“Ms. Hobbes, what does your husband’s affair have to do with Evita? You’ve gone too far!”

“Exactly! It’s not Evita’s fault your husband cheated. If you can’t control your man, don’t take it out on others!”

“Honestly, seeing Luka and Vienna together earlier, I thought they were deeply in love. Guess it was all fake. With Vienna’s sharp tongue and harsh demeanor, it’s no wonder Luka would stray…”

The crowd chimed in, their voices a cacophony of criticism aimed squarely at Vienna.

But Vienna ignored their judgments, pushing past the clamor as she approached Luka, checking his condition. Her eyes turned frosty. She realized the medicine she’d bought was now unnecessary.

“Vienna… I swear, I haven’t cheated on you,” Luka croaked weakly.

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Vienna’s expression softened ever so slightly.

“I know. Let’s get you to the hospital.”

“Vienna, let me handle this.” Madisyn stepped confidently to Vienna’s side, her sharp eyes instantly assessing her uncle’s condition.

“I’ve got some medical skills.”

“I can handle this without taking him to the hospital.”

Madisyn’s steady, composed presence immediately soothed Vienna’s nerves. Though she had no idea when Madisyn had acquired medical skills, the unwavering determination in her serious eyes was enough to earn Vienna’s trust.

“Alright, I’ll leave him to you, Madisyn.”

Madisyn nodded firmly, her eyes sweeping over the still-babbling Evita, radiating an icy disdain. This time, Evita had well and truly crossed the line. There was no doubt in Madisyn’s mind that her uncle’s so-called cheating traced directly back to Evita’s scheming.

Oh, they would settle this score—just not here, not now, but soon enough!

Madisyn stayed remarkably composed, her movements fluid and precise as her wrist turned, revealing a glint of silver—a needle slipping effortlessly between her fingers. Turning her back to the prying eyes of the crowd, she deftly inserted the needle into an acupoint on Luka’s hand.

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