The Seven Sisters and Their Hidden King-Chapter 451 – Playacting All Along

In front of outsiders, Violet usually referred to Faith as "teacher." She only called her "mom" when they were alone.

But just now, she had shouted it loud and clear.

That was how upset she was.

Faith frowned, confused. "What's wrong, Violet? Didn't I tell you to go out for a walk? Why are you so unhappy?"

Violet glared at John with gritted teeth. "Baldy, didn't you say that only the head of the Sect could punish you? Well, now he's right here. Why don't you tell him what you did?"

Baldy?

When John heard that, he almost couldn't hold back from slapping her again. But he restrained himself—for now. After all, her mother was present.

He sucked in a deep breath, trying to calm down.

Wait a second...

Just now, Violet had called this beautiful woman "Mom"?

Something clicked.

John looked more carefully at Faith. There was a clear resemblance to Violet Moore.

But that wasn't the shocking part.

The shocking part was... this woman was the mother of his fourth sister, Kate?!

John quickly put it together. But he didn't say anything.

As for Kate's identity, he'd let her decide how to handle that. His job was just to inform her of the situation.

Until Kate knew, he wasn't getting involved.

Meanwhile, Faith could tell her daughter was upset. Violet's voice trembled with fury.

Had this bald man really offended her?

Faith looked at John, only to see him staring at her with a strange look.

Her brows furrowed.

So rude. She had never even met him before, and here he was, staring without restraint.

Her first impression of him was terrible.

Mark Leonard glanced at John and said in a half-joking tone, "John, what did you do to upset Miss Moore?"

When he saw Violet entering the hall with John, he was startled. He thought maybe she had found out John's true identity.

But seeing this drama unfold, he was relieved—it clearly wasn't the case yet.

John turned to Nancy and said calmly, "Presbyter Nancy, I think it's better if you explain. It's not really appropriate for me."

Though he had the audacity to spank Violet's butt multiple times, he wasn't shameless enough to announce it himself in front of her mother.

He preferred to act, not explain.

Nancy, wearing a complicated expression, began recounting what Richard had told her earlier.

She explained it started with a misunderstanding. Richard suspected John wasn't a true disciple of the Cinnabar Sect and asked Violet to help investigate.

That annoyed John.

"And then," she said after a pause, "John gave Violet a small lesson. That's all."

She was trying to downplay it the best she could. After all, John had technically been wronged and had only retaliated.

She emphasized again that John was Zack Lance's sole direct disciple and had been unfairly targeted.

It was Richard and Violet who had started it.

Mark, a seasoned schemer, could read between the lines. The way Nancy twisted the story, he knew John had probably pulled some stunt to cover up his identity.

This so-called inheritor of Queen Cyan's will... truly a handful!

Still, he had to play along. His expression turned serious.

"In that case, the one who should be punished isn't John—but Richard."

Richard's face darkened.

Well, I guess I'm the scapegoat today.

But he couldn't say a word in protest. After all, John was the chosen one. Taking the blame was the least he could do.

However, Violet was no fool.

She noticed how Presbyter Nancy glossed over the real issue, clearly trying to protect John.

She became even angrier.

"No! You're avoiding the main point," Violet snapped. "It was this Baldy who molested me first."

Violet considered herself a patient person. When John first touched her shoulder and pinched her cheek, she let it slide, thinking it was a misunderstanding.

But instead of backing off, Baldy escalated.

Now Violet was convinced—he did it on purpose.

Just like Sherry had warned her—he was trying to hit on her in the most absurd, rude way possible.

She couldn't take it anymore and told everyone what had really happened.

Then she turned to Nancy and asked, "Presbyter Nancy, you said he was wronged and just taught me a 'small lesson'? Why don't you tell everyone exactly what that 'small lesson' was?"

"Uh..." Nancy was completely tongue-tied.

Violet raised her voice. "He spanked me—hard. On the butt! That's your idea of a small lesson?!"

"What?!"

Faith's face instantly turned cold. Her expression was sharp enough to cut steel.

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Violet nodded, her eyes full of grievance. "Yes. He did it on purpose. And now the elders of the Cinnabar Sect are trying to cover for him."

A freezing aura erupted from Faith's body.

She turned her icy glare toward John, rage burning in her eyes.

How dare he!

Her precious daughter—molested—right under their noses, and instead of justice, the Cinnabar Sect was protecting the offender?

When did this once-respected sect become so filthy?