Carl didn't go to see Whitney. Instead, he went to the headquarters of the Night Crawlers to smoke.Carl didn't usually smoke, but whenever he faced a problem he couldn't solve, he would chain-smoke.The office was soon filled with the stench of cigarettes, and the ground was also littered with ashes. It was only after he had finished smoking the last cigarette that Carl finally looked at his phone.He searched for Dr. Howell's number and dialed it. The dial tone beeped slowly, and his heart raced as he waited for Dr. Howell to pick up."Mr. Walker?" Dr. Howell's tone was laced with confusion. "It's so late already …""Can you save Whitney with the umbilical cord blood of someone who has the same father as her but a different mother?" Carl's tone was cold but was laced with a complicated emotion."We can try …" Dr. Howell replied."Try?" Carl frowned. "Why don't I try to break your neck instead?" "Mr. Walker …" Dr. Howell sounded pained. "You can't blame me. The process of cur

"Carl?" Isabelle exclaimed in alarm. "I am the mother of your child!"Carl's gaze was frosty as he replied, "Go back to your room if you have nothing else to say. I still have many things to take care of."Isabelle was very puzzled. She had no idea what Carl was trying to do. She had thought that Carl and Violet's relationship would crumble once it was revealed that she was pregnant with his child. However, why did it seem like they were closer than ever?Isabelle also had no idea what Violet was thinking. Unless … they had somehow managed to resolve their misunderstandings?Impossible!Isabelle was sure that Carl was not the type to explain himself when there was a misunderstanding.Thus, Isabelle could only leave the study room for now. Since she couldn't talk to Carl, she was going to look for Violet.Violet was currently circling areas on a map where Whitney could be. When she heard someone at the door, she didn't immediately respond and instead continued pondering over th

Violet's secretive behavior made Carl narrow his eyes in suspicion.Carl studied Violet intently. Violet wanted to keep asking about Whitney but didn't for fear that she would accidentally expose her identity."Let's go back home first," Carl suggested. "Or would you like to eat something and go shopping instead?""Let's go home," Violet said weakly. How could she be in the mood to eat and shop if Whitney wouldn't call her?Violet suddenly felt as if she were an incompetent mother. She couldn't even take care of her own daughter.Carl held Violet's hand lightly as he reassured her, "Trust me, Whitney will be alright."Violet could only nod. She believed in Carl's words, but she also believed in Whitney. Whitney was an elite member of Interpol and couldn't be defeated so easily!Back in the house, Violet sat listlessly on her bed as she stared at her phone.However, the phone never rang.Violet's heart was racing as she thought, "Oh, Whitney, what exactly are you doing? Don't y

Violet clenched her fists. She had just examined the wounds on Lucy's body. Lucy's previously flawless skin now bore countless marks of abuse inflicted by various men. The fatal gunshot wound in her chest was the most severe."Violet, just you wait. You killed Lucy and have been going undercover in the villa for so long. Carl will never let you off!" Isabelle taunted with a malicious tone.Violet's gaze toward Isabelle turned icy. Killing Isabelle could be done in less than a minute, but she was determined to make Isabelle suffer a hundred times worse than Lucy.Carl remained silent, awaiting the autopsy results. Though it seemed unnecessary, he needed to know the truth.The forensic examiner arrived shortly. Violet watched him intently, anticipating the results. The examiner handed a small plastic bag containing a bullet to Carl."This is the bullet retrieved from Ms. Walker's wound," the examiner reported.Violet's brows furrowed upon recognizing the bullet. It was of the sam

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