“I’ve been the heir to the Harlow family since I was a child. Everyone flatters me, curries favor with me. They respect and admire me only because of my status as the Harlow family heir.
“Even you, Mia. If I weren’t the Harlow heir, would you still have feelings for me?”
His words left me speechless at that time.
If he weren’t the Harlow heir, there wouldn’t have been an engagement between us. We wouldn’t have grown up together. How could there even be a question of love?
“But Yvonne, she was willing to risk her life for me before she even knew who I was. How could I not be moved by such pure love?”
For a moment, I almost believed him.
As the heiress of a prominent family, I had always been calculating and pragmatic.
I had to consider my parents, my family, and my responsibilities. I certainly wouldn’t risk my life for anyone on a whim.
But we all overlooked another possibility.
Even if Victor had been unconscious from the car accident, the custom-tailored suit and Patek Philippe watch he was wearing would have been more than enough to show his wealth and status.
Whether he was a trust-fund heir, a business tycoon, or a corporate successor, it wouldn’t have mattered.
Yvonne had made up her mind from the very beginning.
She was going to climb the social ladder, and Victor was her ticket to the top.
“Enough!” Victor suddenly barked, his voice sharp and commanding.
The room fell silent.
Yvonne flinched, her whole body trembling, before cautiously lifting her head to meet my gaze with wide, tear-filled eyes.
