Chapter 012 Mr. Smith is Really Affectionate

Michael, feeling a sense of goodwill towards the neutral attitude, nodded with a smile and said, "Sorry for the lack of hospitality today. Are you also one of the Brown family's daughters?"

"My mom only gave birth to me." Monica glanced at Stella, her lips still carrying a faint but cold smile.

As soon as she spoke, Stella's face changed. Just as she was about to speak, Michael smiled and raised his glass to Monica. "Ms. Brown, a toast to you!"

Monica lightly clinked glasses with him.

Alexander, who had been ignored by her all along, suddenly looked extremely displeased. She was chatting and laughing with another man right in front of him, not even sparing him a glance.

Feeling irritated, he pushed Stella away.

Stella noticed the hint of displeasure in his eyes. After all these years, how could she manage to attract his attention?

Stella gritted her teeth in hatred but couldn't lose her temper. She forced a smile and shamelessly said, "Monica, it's okay. Even if you don't consider me your sister, I've always thought of you that way. Alexander brought me here today because Mr. Johnson also invited the internationally renowned designer Helen, who is also a famous doctor. Alexander specifically brought me here to ask Helen to treat my leg."

She deliberately flaunted her special relationship with Alexander in front of Monica, not noticing that Alexander's face had already darkened.

He didn't like Stella always creating the illusion that they had some sort of relationship.

However, for some reason, he didn't refute her, his gaze fixed on Monica.

Monica couldn't ignore the burning gaze and finally looked at him, her eyes filled with icy coldness. She smiled slightly. "Mr. Smith is truly devoted. I wish you both the best of luck."

Alexander was instantly angered by her words and, without much thought, blurted out, "I will naturally get her leg treated. But Ms. Brown, have you forgotten how her leg got injured?"

So he had always firmly believed that she was the one who pushed Stella down the stairs.

The tense atmosphere immediately spread, and the surrounding air pressure dropped sharply due to Alexander's increasingly cold demeanor.

Michael, who had been watching the drama unfold, suddenly laughed. "Mr. Smith, are you and this Ms. Brown old acquaintances?"

"No," Alexander instantly denied.

For a moment, Monica couldn't describe how she felt, stifled and a bit painful.

Seeing this, Stella felt a surge of joy at Alexander's words defending her. It was the perfect time to suppress Monica.

She stepped forward, tightly holding Alexander's arm, looking pitiful. "Forget it, Alexander. I no longer blame Monica for what happened back then. I believe she didn't intentionally push me down the stairs. You don't have to keep blaming her because of that."

Immediately, everyone around was shocked.

Nine years later, few could recognize today's stunning Monica as the ordinary Monica from before.

But at that time, the marriage between the Smith family and the Brown family was a grand affair. Stella's reminder made everyone remember that on the wedding day, everyone heard Monica's angry shout, "So what if you love each other? I am the true daughter of the Brown family, and only I am qualified to marry Alexander. Who do you think you are? Go to hell!"

Everyone rushed over and saw Stella rolling down the stairs.

No one was aware that Stella had used AI to mimic Monica's voice and played it through a phone.

People only believed their eyes, so the incident caused a huge uproar, becoming widely known in Emerald City. Monica became the target of public criticism. Even at the market, no one was willing to sell groceries to her.

But for Alexander, she endured everything. For a long time, she always wore a mask when going out.

Now, everyone's memories of that time were awakened, and they started pointing at Monica and cursing.

"How could you harm your own sister? How can there be such a vicious woman in the world?"

"No wonder your biological parents don't want you. It's a good thing Mr. Smith divorced you. How could a woman like you deserve him?"

"You're still wearing a dress designed by Nimbus. Do you even deserve it?"

"How dare you show up at an event like this? Look at your status. You're a disgrace. Get out of here! You're not welcome!"

Various insults came pouring in, and the scene was almost out of control.

However, Monica had no reaction, just coldly looking at the crowd in front of her. Her mind couldn't help but recall the scene from nine years ago. She had heard all kinds of nasty insults before, so this was nothing.

Finally, Michael stepped forward and addressed the crowd. "Everyone, please calm down! I believe there must be some misunderstanding!"

Monica suddenly turned to look at him with surprise.

This was the first person in nine years willing to speak up for her.

No matter what his intentions were, Monica's heart, which had long turned cold, was still touched. She smiled slightly at him.

Michael nodded in acknowledgment.

However, while he managed to quell the public anger, he couldn't stop the murmurs.

He wasn't in a hurry and turned to Alexander, smiling faintly. "Mr. Smith, you are indeed devoted, remaining unchanged for so many years. If you can be so devoted to one person, how can you be so heartless to another, especially your ex-wife?"

Alexander didn't look at him, his gaze always on Monica's face, but his words were directed at Michael, his voice icy. "Mr. Johnson, are you trying to boss me around?"

"I wouldn't dare." His words seemed humble, but his demeanor showed no fear.

The tension was palpable.