Chapter 17
Sebastian looked at Vivienne. “Vivienne, what happened?”
Before she could reply, the doctor’s expression darkened with disapproval at his tone.
“Sir, how could you not know your wife nearly crossed death’s door?” the doctor asked, a trace of contempt in his voice. “Ms. Moore lost a lot of blood and needed a transfusion, but the blood supply had been urgently diverted. We had to call her friends and family for help… and we only managed to reach one.”
Sebastian hadn’t known anything about Vivienne’s hospitalization. He looked at her and asked, “Why didn’t you tell me?”
Vivienne’s face was still pale from illness. Gazing into his deep, dark eyes, she let out a mocking smile.
“The first time you saw me in the hospital, your first instinct was to accuse me of stalking you and bothering your beloved. If I had told you I was hospitalized, would you have believed me? Or would you have thought I was just faking it to get your attention–playing the victim to gain sympathy?”
Sebastian’s lips parted slightly, but in the end, he remained silent. He knew she was right.
Sensing the tension, the doctor completed the check–up and left once he confirmed Vivienne’s condition was stable.
Silence fell over the room. Neither of them spoke.
After a long while, Sebastian’s low, magnetic voice broke the stillness. “What happened to you? Why were you hospitalized?”
Vivienne felt a sharp pain in her heart, as if pierced by a needle. Even now, he didn’t know. While he had been entangled with Melanie, they had lost a child.
Her gaze turned cold–hard as winter frost.
“I fell down the stairs while chasing after you,” she said calmly, her gaze locking on his. “By the time someone found me, I’d already lost too much blood and needed an emergency transfusion.”
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A flicker of shock flashed through Sebastian’s eyes. He knew exactly which day she was referring to–he’d only gone home once recently.
Vivienne continued coldly, “And because you suddenly diverted the blood supply, the blood bank had no reserves left. I nearly died because of that.”
She lifted her colorless lips into a faint, bitter smile.
“All because Ms. Schafer cut her finger, the entire supply was redirected to her. Mr. Holt, your devotion to Ms. Schafer is truly impressive.”
Vivienne had no intention of telling him they had lost their child. It would only result in meaningless guilt–and guilt was the most useless thing in the world.
As long as Melanie was in trouble, Sebastian would always choose her.
So, Vivienne would wait for the right moment to deliver a fatal blow to the pair of heartless lovers. Neither of them would get away so easily.
Sebastian’s gaze flickered. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”
Her expression remained calm. “If you’re genuinely sorry, Mr Holt, why don’t you bring the person who pushed me into the pool–the one who attempted murder
-to justice?”
Sebastian’s deep, dark eyes locked onto hers. “Are you saying someone pushed you on purpose?”
Vivienne’s long lashes trembled slightly as she looked back into his eyes. “Do you really think I jumped in on my own?”
His face remained expressionless, his sharp features unmoved. “Mia told me you jumped in deliberately.”
She found that hilarious and couldn’t help but laugh. But her voice was raspy–like wind scraping through an old bellows–from the fever and just waking up. “So, you don’t believe me?”
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