Chapter 600:
His dazed expression didn’t go unnoticed. Yolanda’s smile soured, her eyes narrowing in irritation. Were these people idiots? Christina said she was Tiana, and they just believed her?
Yolanda glanced at the three maestros standing silently behind Christina and assumed they were just waiting for the right moment to expose the fraud.
“You’re definitely not Tiana!” Katie suddenly shrieked, her voice sharp with denial. She glared at Christina like she was staring down a criminal. “You? You’re just a housewife who can’t even boil an egg! There’s no way you’re Tiana — I don’t believe Tiana is obviously a foreigner!”
“Who told you Tiana was a foreigner?” Christina asked, a cold smile tugging at her lips. “Have you ever seen her in person?”
Katie faltered, her mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. She hadn’t. Like everyone else, she’d relied on hearsay and assumptions.
Yolanda stepped forward with a furrowed brow and a disapproving shake of her head. “Christina, the matter has come to this. Why do you still pretend to be Tiana?”
“I’m not pretending,” Christina said coolly. “I am Tiana.”
That was the declaration Yolanda had been baiting Christina into. A triumphant gleam flashed in her eyes. Perfect. All she needed now was for the three maestros standing behind Christina to publicly deny it. Then, Christina’s reputation would crumble completely—cast out from high society, disgraced beyond repair.
As the trio remained motionless, Yolanda smirked inwardly. They must have been waiting for her to embarrass herself fully before striking the final blow.
“Christina, you’re only digging your own grave. This will only end badly,” Yolanda said, her voice dripping with false concern. She then turned to the three maestros, wearing a look of exaggerated remorse. “I’m so sorry for all this. Please, don’t blame Christina. She’s not thinking clearly. Ever since the divorce, she hasn’t been well.”
Pausing dramatically, Yolanda added, “If it will help, I’m willing to kneel and apologize on her behalf.”
She made a grand show of lowering herself, fully expecting one of them to stop her, to protest politely. But the three didn’t even flinch. They stood still as statues, offering no reaction, no pity, no reprieve. Yolanda’s face twitched. It was maddening.
Anger bubbled beneath Yolanda’s calm facade, resentment burning as she dropped to her knees with stiff reluctance, her pride taking a brutal hit.
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By the time Brendon caught on and moved to intervene, it was already too late. Yolanda was kneeling in full view of everyone.
“Yolanda, why even bother? Let Christina dig her own grave if that’s what she wants,” Brendon scolded, scowling as he tried to pull Yolanda up from the floor.
Skepticism crept into his mind. In his view, Christina’s claim was all fake. If there were truth to her story, surely those three maestros would have spoken up to back her by now instead of standing silently and watching. For a split second, he’d nearly fallen for Christina’s claim of being Tiana.
“Brendon, we can’t just stand by. Christina’s not thinking clearly. She needs our help,” Yolanda said smoothly, painting herself as the picture of compassion. No matter how hard Brendon tried, he couldn’t get Yolanda back on her feet. Standing off to the side, a pang of sympathy twisted inside him. She always seemed so considerate, unlike Christina, who was always so aggressive.
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