Thousands of Brilliant Stars: You Deserve the Best!-Chapter 204: The Most Handsome One Is Me

But in Iris Crawford’s eyes, Evelyn Rowan’s actions seemed particularly low-grade.

Iris Crawford always believed that one should take responsibility for their own actions. She despised these petty thugs who formed alliances. Unable to solve problems on their own, they merely exacerbated the issues, dragging others into taking sides, as if they could overshadow others in a power play.

Iris Crawford blew lightly, lifting her bangs off her forehead. Squinting, she looked at Vincent Paxton and Hugh Wyatt in the distance, and with a smirk, she said, "You really do come at the slightest whiff of trouble."

On the matter of disliking Iris Crawford, this group might have a united front, which is why they’ve stepped out now. And now Hugh Wyatt approached Evelyn Rowan, intentionally saying, "You are my chosen fiancée, don’t be afraid."

Chosen?

Does Mr. Wyatt really like the Rowan Family’s daughter that much?

Upon hearing Hugh Wyatt’s words, Evelyn Rowan regained a semblance of dignity after Iris Crawford had publicly thrown her to the ground. Then she provocatively looked at Iris Crawford, who was busy blowing her bangs upward and said, "Lachlan Wyatt has been expelled from the Wyatt Family, perhaps you’ll end up marrying Jonas Kingsley as The Third Young Master’s wife, ha."

Such chilling words made Hugh Wyatt’s expression change instantly, "My son’s departure from the Wyatt Family was incited by you! Sow discord and distort the truth, Iris Crawford, you are truly a plague in our circle!"

Hugh Wyatt’s words astonished the onlookers. So there was this backstory? Did Lachlan Wyatt break ties with the Wyatt Family in a fit of anger over a beauty, all because of Iris Crawford?

However, Iris Crawford seemed unbothered about how others viewed her. She said, "Lachlan Wyatt is an adult, naturally he considers his actions. Whether he is swayed or obeys your words, he knows the truth himself. Don’t take him for an idiot, easily deceived by anyone."

The implication was that all talk of manipulation was about how your son, after considering the facts, made his own choices. He isn’t a three-year-old child lacking thought.

Evelyn Rowan couldn’t help but speak up for her "father-in-law", "Iris Crawford, even when seeing Mr. Wyatt you won’t greet him, openly defying him, isn’t this unreasonable?"

Unreasonable?

Iris Crawford loved these kinds of things, she replied, "If it wasn’t before, I’ve done it now, making it reasonable. I’m here today to settle accounts with you, don’t think of dragging others down."

As soon as Iris Crawford said this, the bystanders perked up their ears, waiting for the storm to rage even fiercer. Then Iris Crawford, in a manner akin to selecting concubines, pointed at Vincent Paxton and Hugh Wyatt with her slender fingers, waving them in the air, "You two, you’re an eyesore, leave."

Everyone was shocked!!!!

Who dares to speak to two distinguished elders like that? Is she not afraid of being ostracized in their circle?

The Crawford Family... The Crawford Family has produced a rabble-rousing demoness!!!!

"Evelyn Rowan, today I’m targeting only you; as for past grievances with Vincent Paxton and Hugh Wyatt, they have nothing to do with you."

Iris Crawford stepped forward, taking out a small USB drive from the pocket of her security uniform, and handed it to Orion Crawford behind her, "Brother, could you give this USB to the staff controlling the screens at the venue today?"

Evelyn Rowan looked panicked, unable to fathom what Iris Crawford would do next. Could such a small USB decide her fate?

Orion Crawford hadn’t even turned around, and his sister, who had vanished for months, returned fiercely now. This time, she came for revenge!

Thus Orion Crawford took the USB, exchanging a glance with William Thorne, nodding as he ran towards the backstage. But Seth Rowan wanted to follow and see what was on the USB, yet Iris Crawford stopped him, "Hold on, you’re also one of the parties involved, don’t even think about moving."

Then she tilted her neck, "Alright, with everyone present today, I’ll expose everything, Evelyn Rowan, these past few months, guess how I’ve lived?"

The agony of having her right hand disabled nearly shattered Iris Crawford’s entire will. How did she endure?

Lachlan Wyatt took her away from the bustling world, away from all worldly clamor. But even when breaking ties with this world, it remained a fact every day that her right hand was disabled.

The tendons of her hand were severed, her right hand couldn’t even lift heavy objects—this was a fatal blow to Iris Crawford. She languished for a week until Lachlan Wyatt threw a dumbbell back into her hand.

Iris Crawford looked blankly at the dumbbell Lachlan Wyatt tossed over, "What for?"

"Live if you’re useful, die if you’re not."

Lachlan Wyatt looked at her, word for word, incisively, "Iris Crawford, you choose yourself."

Iris Crawford, as if suddenly struck awake from her daze, trembled forward to hold that dumbbell.

Using her left hand.

In an instant, the scenes before her switched, and the endurance seemed like a century-long ordeal. The pain weighed down her slender spine like a thunderous pressure. But Iris Crawford wasn’t crushed; she became more resilient as if what didn’t kill her made her stronger.

Now Iris Crawford extended her left hand forward, clutching Evelyn Rowan’s collar, she said, "I no longer value your apology."

Seth Rowan noticed Iris Crawford extended her left hand, and for some unknown reason, it pierced his heart.

This woman, disappearing from everyone’s sight for months—is she rebuilding herself anew?

Now, what she habitually extends is her left hand.

What kind of formidable willpower does it take to reverse instinct and replace it with another habit?

Seth Rowan’s Adam’s apple bobbed, and then a change appeared on the big screen; everyone raised their heads to look at the screen and saw a photo with Iris Crawford and another noble handsome man!

Everyone’s breath caught, "Is this a bed photo?"

"What’s going on? Why did the Crawford Family’s eldest daughter put up a bed photo?"

"Wait a minute, look closely, doesn’t the edge of this bed photo seem warped?"

"It really seems like it, is it a composite photo?"

"Thank goodness today’s venue screen is ultra-clear." Iris Crawford’s voice was crisp and loud, able to reach everyone’s ears without a microphone, "I believe everyone can tell where the composite parts are, being enlarged on this big screen, your tricks stand exposed."

Iris Crawford pointed her left hand straight at the big screen, "That’s right, what everyone sees is the photo Evelyn Rowan, the eldest daughter of the Rowan Family, sent to Lachlan Wyatt five years ago. She used such schemes five years ago; now I’ve uncovered that it’s a composite photo. I also have to thank Lachlan Wyatt for never disposing of old phones, allowing this photo to be preserved for five years. With technology advancing, its crudely crafted flaws were immediately exposed."

At her words, the whole room was astonished!

"The eldest daughter of the Rowan Family uses such tactics?"

Evelyn Rowan didn’t have time to explain as the next moment, the screen changed again.

It became Iris Crawford’s injury assessment report!!!

The report’s ’disability’ marked words stung everyone’s eyes.

Iris Crawford revealed her scars raw to everyone present.

Hugh Wyatt, still beside her, sneered, "How regrettable that only a hand is disabled."

Such cold-blooded words sent a shiver down others’ spines involuntarily.

Iris Crawford clenching her fingers, "Indeed, everyone’s curious about where I’ve been these months, aren’t they? My hand was severed, Lachlan Wyatt took me away to peacefully recuperate, and during these months, avoiding the limelight allowed me to privately collect evidence!"

With the mention of evidence, Seth Rowan opened his mouth, "Wait—"

"Seth Rowan, the eldest son of the Rowan Family, hired thugs to harm me, severing my tendons, using extremely cruel methods. Today I stand here due to my good fortune, otherwise, I would already have died from excessive bleeding months ago!"

The word ’death’ swept across everyone’s minds, sending chills down their spines.

"What kind of hatred could be so deep, why do this... If it’s just to marry into a rich family, it wouldn’t be necessary to go this far..."

"This has already gone beyond personal grudge." Iris Crawford’s eyes were slightly red, "I’ve already called the police, and this should be decided by the law!"

Evelyn Rowan’s face turned pale, "Iris, how dare you! How dare you call the police to arrest my brother!"

"Aren’t you always keen on having others stand up for you?"

Iris took each breath with pain, as the images flickered on the big screen, all the evidence recorded and presented clearly to everyone. Seth Rowan instantly became the target of everyone’s criticism. He shook his head, "No, listen to me, I heard from my sister that Iris twisted her ankle."

"Where’s the evidence?"

"Exactly, Iris has evidence. Since you say that, show us the evidence too!"

"Why didn’t you call the police when Iris allegedly hurt your sister? Because you felt guilty and lacked proof, yet again the Rowans trying to sling mud, dream on!"

Now, those present wouldn’t be deceived by the Rowans’ words. Hearing Seth say that only made them more convinced that Iris was reliable.

Vincent Paxton spoke up, scolding everyone, "Isn’t this woman just trying to scare you by calling the police? Don’t be fooled by her, she knows how to make a scene!"

"Oh, really?"

Iris rubbed her wrist, "Whether I really called the police or am just putting on a show, I think everyone will understand."

After saying this, she looked towards the door, "Look, the police have arrived."

The police have arrived, the police have arrived!

The previously bustling crowd scattered like birds, the police rushed towards Seth Rowan, subdued him as he resisted, shouting, "Seth Rowan, you’re under arrest for intentional injury!"

Heavens! It’s serious now!

The eldest Rowan is getting arrested! The dynamics of this social circle are changing!

They used to believe money could solve everything, but now, Iris’s appearance changed all that!

Evelyn Rowan hysterically rushed forward, "Iris, how dare you call people to arrest my brother! Do you know who I am?"

"I don’t care who you are, in front of the law, you must face the consequences!" Iris raised her right hand to block, suddenly recalling she should use her left hand, this realization stung her heart briefly, but then she said more decisively, "Weren’t you always so proud! Evelyn Rowan, I’m telling you, you’re the one who harmed your brother, no one else to blame!"

On the spot, Evelyn spilled tears like rain, "Who dares to arrest my brother! You can’t take him away! Who do you think you are! Let my brother go!"

But who among the police officers would listen to Evelyn Rowan? The evidence Iris prepared was so thorough; she had been lying low for months, only to strike decisively. Now, Seth Rowan’s actions laid bare as being illegal, hiring thugs to harm people, it’s quite a grievous case!

Seeing her brother being taken away without even a chance to defend himself, Evelyn Rowan was instantly lost, as if her backbone had vanished, she was almost crying herself into a faint, "No, Iris, you vile woman, it’s not over between us, let my brother go!"

"Did you not consider this outcome while seeking your brother’s assistance?"

Iris stared unblinking at Evelyn Rowan’s bloodless face, "You didn’t! You’re selfish to the extreme! You just wanted your brother to vent your anger, never thinking it would push him into a prison cell! I’m telling you, I won’t relent, your brother is definitely going to jail! You, the convict’s sister!"

Calling her "the convict’s sister" was indeed cutting to the bone, as Vincent Paxton supported Evelyn, who screamed, seeming to have an enmity with Iris that would not rest, "Iris, you ruined my brother, it’s you!"

Having said that, Evelyn threw herself forward, appearing determined to perish together with Iris, "Where’s Lachlan Wyatt! Get Lachlan Wyatt, how can Lachlan allow such things to happen, you want to destroy our Rowan family, Iris!"

Evelyn had never thought, as she was riding high and proud during the months Iris was absent, that she would suffer such a slap to the face the very day Iris returned!

This wasn’t just a slap to the face; this was trampling her dignity!

Iris smiled with reddened eyes, "Your brother shoulders everything for you, he hired thugs to hurt people for you, he charged ahead for you, does this feel good?"

"Now he’s arrested because of you, do you finally understand this? I don’t want you to suffer any consequences, that would be too easy. I want the people around you to suffer for your stupidity. I want to uproot your support, leave you isolated and friendless, only then will you understand what it means to face catastrophe!"

Hearing this declaration, William Thorne couldn’t help but take a breath, whispering to Anne Sawyer beside him, "Honey, Iris has that same crazy beauty vibe you had back then."

Anne Sawyer crossed her arms, smiling slyly.

Her eyes were filled with admiration when she looked at Iris, a gaze much more genuine than when she looked at William Thorne.

William Thorne: ... Is this some sort of hero recognizing hero situation?

Seth Rowan being taken away by the police was indeed shocking to many, prompting the host of the banquet to announce through an assistant with a microphone that tonight’s banquet was hurriedly ending, suggesting gathering again another time.

A few onlookers who were just hoping to indulge in gossip realized now it involved legal matters, it wasn’t time for idle talk!

This is heading straight to jail!

After composing himself, Felix Crawford walked over to Iris, taking her hand, "Mom, you made up your mind to come today, didn’t you?"

"Yes, because if I didn’t call the police now, the statute of limitations would expire." Iris bent down to speak to Felix, "I’m sorry, dear, for not contacting you for months, it’s all Mom’s fault."

"I always knew you would return, because you’re my mom." Felix tried to hold back his tears with effort, "I’ve always believed in you because you are an independent person; even without me, you’d still live just fine."

Iris pulled Felix into a hug, "You are a gift to me from heaven."

Because of Felix, Iris was determined to fight back, to stand up again and again, just so she could turn this page, turn it so Felix could move on from hatred.

Felix covered the black eye, revealing only the blue one, as if temporarily hiding the darkness within. He said, "I’m not a gift from heaven, Mom. I am the weapon bestowed upon you by heaven, your armor."

Felix never allowed himself to become Iris’s vulnerability; being cherished but weak and easy to break was nothing to be proud of.

To become her weapon, her armor, the strongest fortress for his mother.

And from now on, for one another, we shall forever intertwine our beliefs, forging ahead fearlessly.

"Oh, right."

Felix, seeing the adults around preparing to leave, suddenly remembered something, "I never knew who the host of this banquet was. I heard it was some mysterious bigwig who could gather so many impressive people."

Iris smiled knowingly but did not answer.

Until only a few people remained in the venue, a tall man approached from behind, taking Felix by surprise and lifting him off the ground!

Felix startled, turned to see a familiar face.

"Dad... Young Master Wyatt?"

Lachlan Wyatt was originally smiling. Hearing Felix start the word "Dad," he thought his son was finally willing to call him that.

But in the next second, Felix’s change of address made his handsome face drop, "Which one of the three Young Masters Wyatt are you calling!"

"The baddest one, the baddest one!" Felix kicked and struggled in Lachlan’s arms.

"Oh, the most handsome one," Lachlan said, closing his eyes to tell a lie, "That’s precisely me."