Chapter 848
Chapter 848:
He could still picture the way her eyes had burned into his through her elegant mask, conveying a message he had been too blind to comprehend back then. In that gaze, he had been the monster who had murdered their child and then had the audacity to steal their baby’s intended gift for another woman’s benefit.
Grief and regret crashed over him like a tsunami, drowning him in the magnitude of his crimes against the woman he claimed to love.
His tears began falling in steady streams, each drop striking the tanzanite’s surface before sliding away like liquid diamonds.
His heart felt as though invisible claws were tearing it into bloody fragments. The question echoed through his mind: What unspeakable evil had he unleashed upon the love of his life?
Vivian’s supposed illness revealed itself as nothing more than an elaborate masquerade, a web of calculated lies spun with malicious intent.
Rage blazed through Brandon’s chest like wildfire, consuming every rational thought.
The sheer boldness of her betrayal struck him like a physical blow—how dare she manipulate him with such calculated cruelty?
She had spoon-fed him lies while forcing him to endure her theatrical performances, each act more infuriating than the last!
His contempt for Vivian burned alongside his disgust at his own blind stupidity. Brandon’s fingers wrapped around the tanzanite with crushing force, the precious stone cutting into his palm as his knuckles turned bone white.
He summoned Eugene through a single urgent phone call.
Within moments, Eugene’s voice pierced through the cacophony of background commotion. “Mr. Watson,” Eugene announced his presence with professional efficiency.
“What’s our current situation?” Brandon demanded, his words sharp as broken glass.
Eugene surveyed the crowd of persistent followers behind him before slipping into the sanctuary of a deserted corridor.
“We’ve got Vivian secured for comprehensive medical testing, though she’s fighting us every step of the way,” Eugene delivered his report with clinical precision. “Rest assured, Mr. Watson, I will ensure every single test reaches completion. She will submit to our demands, whether she chooses cooperation or resistance p>
“How long before we have concrete answers?” Brandon pressed, his impatience bleeding through every syllable.
“Twenty-four hours maximum, quite possibly before tonight’s curtain falls,” Eugene confirmed without hesitation.
The truth seemed inevitable—Vivian was orchestrating an elaborate medical charade, and they simply needed definitive proof regarding her supposed cancer diagnosis. Eugene would accelerate the entire process if necessary.
Everyone held their breath, waiting for irrefutable confirmation.
Despite their internal convictions burning bright as beacons, they required undeniable evidence to seal Vivian’s fate.
“Excellent work.” Brandon’s approval resonated through the line before the connection severed into silence.