An untameable uproar spread across Neville like wildfire. The image of the country's golden man had crumbled, but not only that, the rising starlet everyone adored was going down along with it.
Celine had promised herself that she wouldn't let Lilian or Ian get away with what they did. If it hadn't been for that, her image back then wouldn't have been ruined. She felt no guilt when she saw Lilian now being dragged through the mud.
[How heartless! She slept with her own sister's fiancee? I still can't believe it.]
