"Is her injury serious? Didn't he see properly?"
"Lambert, it's really not my fault." Tiffany pretended to be weak, showing her wound to Lambert, tears falling heavily as she bit her lip in pain.
"I... I was just too anxious, and my sister didn't believe what I said, that's why I did something wrong. I'm really sorry." Admitting her fault and taking responsibility, Mia's goal was to make Lambert see her as a sweet and innocent person, a "green tea white lotus." If she couldn't achieve it this time, she was sure there would be another chance. So, Mia decided to let her enjoy it for now.
"When reasoning doesn't work, you resort to violence against our president. It's not like the president personally asked you to come here. You came to Martha with ill intentions, aiming to leak the project. After the president found out, you tried to ruin his reputation, especially with the president's mute condition..."
"Gene, shut up, stop talking." Gene wisely stopped, Mia took the chance to cut in, and now, she appeared as the understanding and kind-hearted one.
"Stop slandering me. Your mute condition was caused by a high fever when you were a child, and it has nothing to do with me. I admit it was wrong for me to act out of desperation, but don't drag up old grievances. When I came to Garcia Family, you were already mute." Tiffany suddenly realized she had fallen into Mia's trap and couldn't get out of it. Even her mother would be affected now.
"That's true, but since you are my father's biological daughter, why did you pretend to be Julie's niece before? Could a child like me really decide whether you and your father would recognize each other?" Mia softly asked, uncovering the hidden truth of the past once again in front of everyone.
Lambert recalled scenes from his childhood. A little girl stood in front of him, her soft voice saying, "If you want to kill him, you must kill me first." But he couldn't remember what the girl looked like, only a vague, innocent face in his memory.
"Lambert." Tiffany called his name, pulling him out of his thoughts. Her wound was still bleeding, and she was sweating in pain.
He felt guilty and said to Mia, "I'll take her to the hospital first. After her wound is treated, you can ask about everything else."
After speaking, he helped Tiffany up from the ground. Tiffany leaned on him, looking at Mia arrogantly, as if to declare, "Look, Lambert believes me."
"Mia, back then, Xinyan was just a naive little girl. If your illness and muteness have a hidden truth, I believe it has nothing to do with her. You should ask Julie and your father." Lambert said, pouring a bucket of cold water on Mia's heart.
"What does that have to do with you? This is Garcia Family's business, you don't need to act all sentimental here. Gene, show them out."
Mia turned around and instructed Gene.
"Mr. Wenshte, this way please." Gene's voice was stiff as he opened the conference room door.
Lambert paused, still trying to ask Mia for forgiveness, "What happened today was her fault. I'll make her apologize later. Can you not make it public?"
"Mr. Wenshte, our president is in a bad mood and still shaken up. With such an unreasonable request, can you bring it up at another time? Please leave." Gene stood by his president, nearly pushing them out of the room.
In the car on the way to the hospital, Tiffany leaned on Lambert's shoulder, intentionally placing her injured arm in front of him, silently showing her helplessness.
The wound was deep, it hurt a lot, and the main thing was she hadn't gained any advantage, so she could only hide in Lambert's arms for comfort.
"Lambert, will you blame me?" Tiffany softly asked, gasping and crying nonstop.
"Don't think too much, rest for a while, we'll be at the hospital soon." Lambert avoided her question.
She wasn't ready to give up, "Sorry, I've caused you trouble again. The leak of the project's confidential information wasn't done by me."
"I'll investigate it. Don't worry." He replied coldly.
Tiffany felt nervous, afraid of his investigation, so she quickly said, "As long as the project hasn't been leaked, it doesn't really matter. Anyway, tomorrow the project is going to be sold to Martha..."
"Enough, don't mention it." Lambert interrupted her, not wanting to hear her speak against Mia.
Tiffany fell silent. Soon they arrived at the hospital. After the doctor treated her wound, he advised her, "Be careful, avoid water, and the wound is serious. How did this happen? Ink can cause infection. The scar might stay, but luckily it didn't hurt the tendons or bones."
"Will this scar stay forever? Is there no way to get rid of it?" Tiffany pretended to be pitiful.
"Alright, the injury to your arm is nothing. If it had been on Mia's face, the consequences would've been unimaginable. You need to avoid hurting people in the future. I can't always protect you. Tell me the truth, were you planning to sabotage the public test?" Lambert held her wrist gently, though his grip was firm, a force he hadn't realized he was applying.
"Lambert, what are you saying? How could I..."
"I want the truth. Otherwise, you'll face the consequences."
Hearing this, Tiffany lowered her head and confessed, "She forced me. The last time I got into trouble, it was her doing. You need to help me, Lambert. I just couldn't accept it—she's taking away the project that should've been mine."
"I'll handle this, but there can't be a next time. Also, Mia and I are married. In the future, be careful with your words and actions. Don't do anything that'll make her suspicious." Lambert advised her.
Tiffany gritted her teeth and nodded, "I won't do it again. Thank you for sending me home, Lambert. Don't worry, I won't cross the line again. I know you only care about my sister."
"That's for the best." Lambert responded coldly, watching Tiffany get out of the car.
"Drive, Ethan. Let's go find Mia." He looked deep in thought, sitting in the back seat.
"President, you just made Martha's CEO angry today. If you go now, you might be walking into a powder keg. Should we wait a few days?" Ethan was a bit scared. If they went now, Martha's CEO might hurt their president.
"Drive." Lambert's voice was filled with restrained anger.
Ethan didn't dare to refuse, stepping on the gas and speeding away.
After Mia finished discussing the contract, Daniel went to pick her up. However, at the entrance of the villa, they ran into Lambert. Lambert, already in a bad mood, saw Mia walking with Xiang Chen and, in a fit of anger, quickly stepped forward and pulled Mia back to his side.
"Come home with me." He commanded dominantly.