Malva’s eyes lit up as she wrapped her arms around his waist. "Of course, in this family, it’s all about what you say, Mitchel. But when it comes to the wedding, that’s something your parents decide..."
Mitchel’s expression darkened and he fell silent.
His mother had always favored Livia. When he initially opposed the arranged marriage, he went on a hunger strike for three days, but his mother only took Livia shopping, saying Livia’s fate was so prestigious that the West Family wasn’t worthy of her.
He didn’t deny that Livia was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, but she was too spoiled.
He needed to suppress her and show her who was truly in charge of this family.
Livia hadn’t even been sent to the hospital before Mitchel’s bodyguards took her away.
She was placed in the attic of a villa.
Mitchel stayed by her bedside, coldly staring at her. "You’re really weak. Malva had a fever for a month and never needed to be hospitalized, yet you only had a fever for one night and are this badly off?"
It wasn’t until the caregiver helped her turn over that they discovered the bandages were soaked in blood. When the bandages were removed, they pulled off her skin along with it. Her entire body had no healthy skin left.
Mitchel's eyes turned red and he quickly took out his phone to contact specialists for a consultation.
Malva stood outside the door, pulling out some envelopes and stuffing them into their pockets.
She said, "With Livia in this state, she probably won’t make it. From now on, I’ll be the future mistress of the West Family, so you’d better think carefully about what you say and do."
"I want you to tell him that Livia's injuries are self-inflicted, that the brain inflammation was a misdiagnosis and that everything was planned by her to force you into this. Understand?"
The heads of several departments spoke in unison, stating that Livia’s injuries were self-inflicted and even the fever and brain inflammation were misdiagnosed under her coercion.