Chapter 222

"What!"

Stella had spoken earnestly for so long, only to end up being driven away.

Even though she was cheeky, she couldn't withstand such a blow.

Her face turned red with anger, "Michael, I'm your mother. Everything I said was for your own good. How could I be wrong to the point where you would drive me away?"

"For my own good?" Michael asked hoarsely, "Are you really doing this for me, or are you just trying to ensure your own future wealth and status remain unaffected?"

"Have you ever worried about me, even a little?"

"From beginning to end, the only thing you care about is maintaining your central position in high society. Let me give you a piece of advice: in this family, everyone looks out for themselves. You should curb your ambitions a bit, or you'll end up being used as a stepping stone."

Having her schemes exposed, and by her own son Michael no less, Stella's face turned pale and then red.

She was trembling with anger.

Pointing at Michael, who was lying on the bed, she scolded, "I have big ambitions? If I didn't, would you have been able to outshine your brothers and win Aiden's favor, securing your current position?"

"If I didn't have ambition in this family, we would have suffered. You're my son. If I don't rely on you in my later years, who else can I rely on? Everything I do is for you. Now you're standing up to me. If you hadn't angered Your Grandpa so much, would I be here in the middle of the night trying to come up with solutions?"

"All in all, it's your own fault for lacking self-control and causing this mess!"

The more Stella spoke, the more aggrieved she felt. She admitted to being selfish, but in a wealthy family like this, who didn't have some schemes and tactics?

But she couldn't bear Michael seeing her this way.

"I told you I don't need your help. Since you value wealth and power more than me, don't show up in front of me. Leave!"

The two had a big argument.

Stella stormed out, and Michael, lying on the bed, didn't look any better.

He had always thought Stella was the only one in the family who understood him and stood by his side. Now he finally saw the truth: in a so-called big family, only interests were eternal.

The argument between mother and son upstairs quickly spread downstairs.

Violet, who was arranged in a guest room, naturally heard the news.

Before accompanying Michael upstairs, Stella had instructed the servants to settle Violet properly.

The guest room was not only on the first floor but also quite far from Michael's room.

As someone who had lived for decades, Stella was well aware of the thoughts of a young girl like Violet.

If she arranged for the two to stay close, who knew if they would get together in the middle of the night, causing rumors that would not only affect Michael but also tarnish the Brown Family's reputation.

As the current hostess of the Brown Family, Stella would not let such an indiscreet woman ruin the family's name.

But Stella miscalculated.

Violet was not just Violet; she was also Bianca, who had once chatted and admired flowers with Stella here.

She had been to this house countless times and could find Michael's room even with her eyes closed.

Stella's meticulous planning was in vain.

Now, with Michael being severely beaten by Aiden for no reason and having just had a fierce argument with Stella, he was in a very depressed mood.

If someone understanding appeared at this moment, the chances of winning his heart would greatly increase.

Thinking of this, Violet waited until the servants left, changed her clothes, and quietly went up to the second floor, pretending to be lost as she knocked on Michael's door.

"Michael, are you here? I got lost and can't find my way back to the guest room."

Hearing the familiar voice, Michael frowned.

The Brown Villa had many rooms, and it was Violet's first time staying here. How could she get lost and so precisely find his room?

Hearing no response from inside, Violet felt a bit guilty but, thinking this was a great opportunity, mustered the courage to push the door open and walk in.

"Michael, you really are here..."

Before Violet could finish, Michael interrupted her in a deep voice, "Who let you in?"

This was his and Isabella's marital room, not a place for outsiders to enter casually.

"Michael, don't be angry. I really just got lost. I couldn't find any servants to ask for directions, and yours was the only room with the light on."

Afraid Michael would be suspicious, Violet had thought of every detail.

But she forgot one thing.

The more she explained, the more it seemed she had something to hide.

Moreover, the servants downstairs couldn't all be gone. Most guest rooms were on the first floor, so how did she end up on the second floor?

Michael seemed to have an answer forming in his mind.

He just needed a definite piece of evidence.

Violet bit her lip and nervously approached to comfort him, "I really didn't mean to. I heard someone say you had a fight with Mrs. Brown, and I was worried you might be upset."

Michael's eyes flickered.

Her reason was quite sufficient, leaving no room for fault.

But he quickly suppressed his true emotions, deliberately showing a bitter smile in front of Violet.

"Don't worry about it. We often argue like this. It's not a big deal. You don't need to think too much."

Then, he shifted the topic to her, "But the servants in the house are very diligent and never leave for long. Didn't you see anyone when you came to the second floor?"

Michael intentionally tested her, squinting his eyes and closely watching her expression.

But Violet had already gone over these scenarios in her mind and answered flawlessly.

"I don't know how I got here. I wanted to get some fresh air outside, but when I heard about your argument with Mrs. Brown, I hurried back and somehow ended up in the backyard. I saw a staircase and came up."

There were two passages on the second floor, one leading directly to the garden and the other to the main hall.

If she was outside, the servants indeed wouldn't notice.

Michael raised an eyebrow and didn't pursue the topic further.

Violet knew that if she wanted to be with Michael in the future under this identity, she had to protect her reputation.

She couldn't let anyone discover her true identity.

"You must be tired. Come and sit."

Michael's voice was filled with concern, instantly reverting to his previous gentle demeanor.

Violet was overjoyed. Seeing his pale lips, she said with concern, "I'll get you a glass of water. Wait for me."

"Okay."

Watching Violet's busy figure, Michael's eyes clouded over.

Was Violet really Bianca?

Or was it all just his imagination?

When she handed him the glass of water, Michael refused her offer to feed him, instead tilting his head back to drink half of it before putting it down.

At this moment, Violet blushed and asked, "Michael, I want to know why you didn't explain our situation to Mr. Brown and Ms. Taylor at the lakeside villa?"