Carl didn't remain by Isabelle's side. Instead, he kept a watchful eye on the doctor examining her. He was mainly concerned about the child she bore. Without that child, he wouldn't be able to save Whitney, making it impossible to make up for the guilt he had carried for all these years.Carl assigned two of the most capable maids from the villa to take care of Isabelle in her room while he went to the study. The villa felt empty without Whitney and Violet around, like a dungeon that had entrapped him. There was a deep and lingering sense of bitterness in his heart. Opening his laptop, Carl gazed at the heartwarming family picture on the screen. It was a picture of himself, Whitney, and Violet huddled together. A mix of anxiety and relief flooded his emotions."Whitney, don't worry. Daddy won't let Mommy know," Carl said with a pause. "Daddy promises Daddy will take good care of you."In the picture, Whitney was smiling cheerfully. She looked nothing like a child suffering from le
At night, the sky was dark, and everything was just right for Violet, who was wearing the special glasses, to act. Based on the route in her memories, Violet ordered the assassins to distract the guards. She went into the underground prison instead.Everything was smoother than she had expected. Within half an hour, she had already searched through the entire place, and she even found the secret door. But she couldn't find any trace of Whitney."Who's there?" A cold air flashed by Violet's side.Violet narrowed her eyes, trying to follow the shadow. She was about to chase after that person when someone stopped her.Then, Carl's cold voice sounded, "Violet, you must remember what I've told you before!"Carl stared at Violet with bloodlust in his eyes, yet his heart was broken. He didn't want to harm her, but he knew they had to hurt each other one more time.Carl clenched his fists, and the veins on his forehead popped out. His eyes were filled with bloodlust, as if he was going
Carl's heart ached when he saw Violet like this. He got up and walked toward her, then clenched his fist and sat back down. He took his phone and called someone."Isabelle, do you want to come over? Reed can help you." The sweet voices on the phone felt like a sharp knife cutting into Violet's numbed heart. They turned her last glimmer of hope into silence, changing it into resistance and anger."Oh? Ms. Cooper, why are you here?" a soft voice suddenly sounded.Isabelle was already by Violet's side, and she even passed Violet a piece of note.With a slight movement, Violet rolled up her sleeves, completely ignoring Isabelle's questions.Isabelle approached Carl, and he embraced her, his big hands gently caressing her slightly protruding belly. Carl looked at Violet mockingly."Isabelle, you should be resting in the bedroom. Why would you come here to see someone so disgusting?" Carl asked."Carl, how could you say that?" Isabelle knew Carl was putting on an act in front of Viole
"Ms. Cooper, Lucy was so nice to you. How could you? Boohoo. Carl … I miss Lucy." Isabelle pretended to cry bitterly, but Carl thought she seemed to be sincerely upset. He hugged her lovingly and comforted her while glaring at Violet."Violet, don't ever think about seeing your daughter's body anymore! Leave, leave now!" Carl roared as he tightened his grip on Isabelle.She was faking her sobs in his embrace, and he wanted to skin her alive badly.But for Whitney and Violet, Carl had no choice but to put on an act and protect Isabelle.Carl's every move was just adding salt to Violet's wound. His care for Isabelle and cruelty toward Violet was not even anything compared to how he treated Whitney.Whitney was also his child, and she brought him so much happiness!Even if Violet and Carl couldn't be together, he didn't have to be so cruel!Violet's eyes reddened, and she spoke in a cold tone, "Carl, just let me see her body. You can kill me after that."Violet seemed determined t
"I … I can't do that." Upon hearing those words, Violet began to reach for the buttons of her clothing.But as her hand brushed against the fabric, she suddenly withdrew it. Instead, she clenched her fists tightly and turned her gaze toward Isabelle.Isabelle sat by Carl's side lazily with a mocking smile.Even Isabelle knew Carl was just trying to humiliate Violet, so why was Violet doing this to herself?Violet could just provoke Carl, leave, and head to the crocodile pond to find Whitney's body.With a firm resolve, Violet's gaze toward Carl had changed. "Even if I were willing to do it, I wouldn't do it for someone as untrustworthy. And you, Carl, are the epitome of treachery and deceit!""Get out! Get the hell out!" Carl roared, though the grip on his fists had loosened slightly.He knew that Violet wouldn't do it.But his heart sank when she said yes.Looking at Violet now, Carl admitted that he felt much better.He was pretending to be mad, but in fact, he felt relieve
Violet didn't say anything. She just stared at Isabelle with mixed feelings that contained disdain and hatred, which scared her off. Although Isabelle and Violet were 33 feet away from each other, Isabelle still felt scared looking at her. It felt like a reaper was standing right in front of her. She knew Violet could end her right now, even with Reed here. Reed glanced at Isabelle indifferently and said, "Please behave, Ms. Furon." Sensing Reed's rude attitude, Isabelle sneered, "Mr. Tomlinson, do you feel sorry for her? If so, why don't you strip off your coat and dance with her? I mean, the ground you are standing on is quite suitable to be your dance floor." Violet could take Isabelle's rudeness for the sake of Whitney, but she wouldn't let her drag Reed into this matter. She didn't want Reed to be punished by Carl. Violet raised her voice and said coldly, "Don't you dare cross the line, Isabelle." "Did I cross the line?" Upon seeing Violet's bloodshot eyes, Isabell
The Demon King noticed what Violet was going to do, and his eyes darkened. He sneered as he attacked Violet's chest. Violet instinctively dodged his attack. Swiftly, his palm stuck again. When Violet reacted, he pulled out a gun and aimed it at the railing beside her, forcing her closer to the edge of the platform. She was hanging from the railing at this point. Seeing Violet losing, Isabelle smiled with satisfaction. But her happiness didn't last long before a sharp ringtone sounded. "Finish her as soon as possible, Demon King." After that, Isabelle glanced at her phone, and her face dropped in an instant before she rushed out. Isabelle walked away from the crocodile pond, and Violet's body had reached its limit. Violet's knuckles turned white as she held onto the railing tightly, and her face looked pale. Before her was the Demon King, and there was a pond of crocodiles below her. She had to think of a way as soon as possible. "Oh, you have no idea how much I like to se
Ethan then followed Dr. Howell outside. He closed the door behind him and asked in worry, "Dr. Howell, is Mr. Walker in bad shape? Does he need more blood? I have the same blood type as him …" "It's not that." Dr. Howell shook his head. "Mr. Walker is seriously injured, Ethan. You have to take good care of him and not let his wounds come in contact with water for three months." Ethan nodded. "I will take good care of Mr. Walker. Does that mean he is not allowed to take any shower in three months?" "No." Dr. Howell chuckled. "My bad. What I meant is that Mr. Walker shouldn't go anywhere that is cold. It will affect his recovery. Just be careful during showers and not let the wounds come into contact with water. Oh, where is Violet?" Dr. Howell looked around and frowned. "She must be seriously injured, too. Where is she? I can go check on her now.""She …" Ethan sighed and said, "She is gone." The subordinate took Violet to a safe space before he returned to the crocodile pond