Chapter 1622: 398: People from Two Worlds Chapter 1622: 398: People from Two Worlds At that moment,
Savannah Seaton thought she was hallucinating.

Was the person before her really Miyamoto Hoya, who loved her deeply?

A hallucination.

It must be a hallucination.

Miyamoto Hoya would never treat her like this.

He loved her so much.

Savannah Seaton swallowed hard, grabbing tightly at Miyamoto Hoya’s pant leg, her voice hoarse as she spoke, “Miyamoto, you must avenge me! What about Viola Thompson? You must kill her!”

If it hadn’t been for Viola Thompson, she would never have experienced these things.

It was all Viola Thompson’s fault!

She wanted Viola Thompson to die a horrible death!

Miyamoto Hoya loved her so much; he definitely wouldn’t let Viola Thompson get away.

Thinking of this, Savannah Seaton’s emotions somewhat stabilized.

She wanted to return all the humiliation she suffered to Viola Thompson tenfold, a hundredfold, a thousandfold!

Miyamoto Hoya just looked down at Savannah Seaton, his expression one of pity, as if he were looking at a poor creature.

Savannah Seaton had never seen this side of Miyamoto Hoya.

It was too strange.

Strangely terrifying.

A nameless fear enveloped Savannah Seaton.

This fear was even more suffocating than when those four scum violated her.

What frightened Savannah Seaton even more was that she increasingly felt this was not a hallucination, nor did it seem like a dream.

Everything was so real.

Real enough to send chills down her spine.

“Miyamoto…” Savannah Seaton spoke again.

At that moment, Miyamoto Hoya slightly bent over, continuing to gaze at Savannah Seaton, lifting her chin with his hand, his lips curving into a slight smile, “Savannah Seaton, it’s time to wake up from this dream.”

He was tired of playing this long drama with Savannah Seaton.

Time to wake up?

All hope vanished from the depths of Savannah Seaton’s eyes in an instant.

How… How could this be?

“Miyamoto,” Savannah Seaton grabbed Miyamoto Hoya’s hand, her tone urgent, “You must be joking with me, right? You’re definitely just playing a joke on me!”

Other than joking, Savannah Seaton could think of no other reason.

This rationale also became Savannah Seaton’s last straw.

“I don’t have time to joke with you,” Miyamoto Hoya’s face no longer showing his usual tender affection, “Savannah Seaton, it’s all over now.”

Savannah Seaton shook her head desperately.

She couldn’t believe it.

She couldn’t believe Miyamoto Hoya would treat her this way.

She couldn’t believe Miyamoto Hoya would deceive her.

She had stolen designs for Miyamoto Hoya.

She had even turned against her sister for Miyamoto Hoya.

But now,
Miyamoto Hoya was treating her like this!

Could it be that Miyamoto Hoya despised her dirtiness?

Savannah Seaton immediately explained, “Miyamoto, I’m a victim too; they mistook me for Viola Thompson, which is why they humiliated me so! I’m also carrying our child; you can’t treat me this way!”

Just then,
A young woman in a blue dress was slowly walking toward them.

The woman’s face was filled with a victor’s smile.

She walked up to Miyamoto Hoya, linked her arm with his, and looking sideways at Miyamoto Hoya said, “Is this the number one beauty of Country Polluton, Savannah Seaton?”

Miyamoto Hoya nodded, “Yes, that’s her.”

Upon hearing this, the woman in blue turned to look at Savannah Seaton, who was lying on the ground in tattered clothes, her lips slightly curving, “The number one beauty of Country Polluton is nothing special, after all.”

Savannah Seaton glared at the woman in blue, her eyes filled with vicious light.

Who was she?

What right did she have to stand by Miyamoto Hoya’s side?

It was then that the woman in blue turned to look at Savannah Seaton and spoke, “Hello Miss Seaton, I am Hazel Stewart.”

Stewart was a prominent surname in Jaban Country.

The father of Hazel Stewart, Chris Stewart Landon, was the Prime Minister of Jaban Country, holding great power.

Hazel Stewart seemed to remember something else and added, “Oh, and I am also Miyamoto’s fiancee.”

Since ancient times,
Only the powerful ministers’ daughters and the heirs to the throne were considered the official matches.

Miyamoto Hoya needed the support of the Stewart family.

And the Stewart family needed the glory of being the mother figure to the nation.

Together, they were a mutually beneficial match, adding splendor.

Watching Hazel Stewart, Savannah Seaton clutched the ground tightly with her hands, her fingertips rubbing against the floor until they bled from the force.

She hated it so much.

Savannah Seaton wanted to kill Hazel Stewart on the spot.

Even so, Savannah Seaton still did not want to accept the reality; she looked at Miyamoto Hoya, her emotions running high, “Miyamoto, tell me that you have nothing to do with her! You don’t love her at all! You love me! You’re just playing a role with her!”

Miyamoto Hoya reached out to embrace Hazel Stewart’s shoulders, smiling as he said, “The only person I love is Hazel.”