Violet was taking a nap when the bedroom door opened. Instinctively, she opened her eyes and sat up. When she saw Carl coming in, her heart pounded.It had only been a few hours since they last met, but Carl looked so much more dejected.Violet was confused. Why did he look so downcast?Was it that much of a shock to find out that he'd bedded Isabelle?"What are you doing?" she asked, staying expressionless. "Why are you so quiet? Are you trying to murder me?""Violet." Carl looked up at her, his eyes dark. "If I wanted to kill you, you'd have died a hundred times over by now."Violet rolled her eyes at him. He'd just "cheated" on her last night, yet he could speak to her like this. He was really shameless.Carl clenched his fists. "What does that look mean?""If I remember correctly, we're still fighting," Violet reminded him. "Or are you too important to remember things like this? Has your love for Isabelle blinded you to the world?"Carl's knuckles were white. "Of course!"
Violet's heart was in her mouth when she heard that."Medical equipment?" She didn't know what Carl was doing with those.Did he buy them for Dr. Howell?If Whitney was with Dr. Howell, did that mean she was injured?"What kind of medical equipment?" she asked anxiously."I don't know yet. I can't figure out how that relates to Whitney either, but since they both disappeared at the same time, I found it suspicious," Nathaniel said.Violet nodded. She wasn't sure if the medical equipment had something to do with Whitney either, but she couldn't ignore anything remotely suspicious. What if it led her to Whitney?At least Violet was sure that Whitney was still alive."Don't worry. I trust that we'll find Whitney very soon," Nathaniel said."Yeah," Violet said. "Thanks.""Don't need to thank me," Nathaniel said softly. "I'm glad I was able to help you."He stepped forward. "Your hair's messed up," he said, reaching out to help her straighten up her hair.Violet stepped back in
Violet's expression fell slightly before smiling at Elle. "Congratulations on your marriage to Mr. Brown!""Thank you," Elle replied through gritted teeth.Elle had found out that it was Whitney and Mick who had caused her to enter the wrong room that night. She thought that Violet had put them up to it. After all, what did mere children know?Even though Elle wasn't around Carl, she still knew everything that had happened lately. When she found out that Violet was in a relationship with him previously, she felt betrayed.Her life appeared glamorous, but Donald was very cruel in bed. He would torture her during sex.But in order to survive and keep Donald on her side, she had to endure it and even pretend to like it. Fortunately, Donald loved her for it. The downside was he would find more ways to torture her.Elle had never thought this would happen to her. She'd thought that she would be able to be with Carl forever and be his wife eventually. Violet had taken that away from he
The air in the villa seemed to cool down. Coldness seemed to emanate from Carl."Stop!" Carl said, his teeth clenched.Violets stopped and looked back at him. "Is there something you need, Mr. Walker?"Carl did not know what to say. He couldn't exactly stop her from going to see Donald.What did she say just now? That she belonged to Donald?What a joke!He'd just molested her around the waist for a while. Was that what she considered a stake of claim?"Did you trip Mr. Brown?" he asked coldly.Violet was speechless. This was a blatant framing."Do you have any evidence, Mr. Walker?" Violet retorted, equally cold.Carl's anger seemed to solidify around him. Violet was getting bolder by the day. How dared she question him?Fine! Just fine!"Come with me to the study!" he ordered. He did not turn. He wanted to make sure that Violet would follow his orders before he left.Violet shrugged. She wanted to know what Carl was up to anyway."Carl!" Isabelle sounded panicked.She
When Carl arrived at the hospital in haste, Violet and Donald were alone in the room.He kicked the door open. Even though Donald couldn't do anything to Violet in his injured state, he still felt very jealous at the thought of them spending time together.Violet just gave him a cold look when he entered. She stood up and turned to leave."Where do you think you're going?" Carl roared.Violet ignored him and kept walking.Carl turned and yelled at Donald, "Violet is mine! Don't you get any ideas about her!""What?" Donald was shocked. "Carl, what do you mean by that? You just agreed to give her to me, yet you're now saying that she's yours? Are you making me a fool?""If you touch her again, you won't see tomorrow," Carl spat before hurrying after Violet.Donald was stunned. What was happening now?Carl caught up to Violet and grabbed her wrist. "Why are you running?" he shouted."Let go," Violet said coldly."You are mine!" Carl roared. "Why would I let go of you?"Violet
Carl watched Violet intently, and her silence made him panic."I'm sorry." Carl's voice was sincere as he apologized, "I'm really sorry.""Mr. Walker, why are you apologizing to me?" Violet smiled as she asked. "You've done nothing wrong.""Vi!" Carl started to panic. "It's not what it looks like!""It doesn't matter." Violet still had a light smile on her face as she continued, "I just hope that you will return Whitney to me."Carl shook his head. He also wanted to reunite Violet with a healthy Whitney, but he couldn't do that right now."You already have a child, so what more do you want?" Violet raised her voice slightly as she hissed, "Whitney is just a child. She is not a threat to your organization!""Give me some time. I will figure things out," Carl explained hurriedly."It's too late now," Violet said as she shifted her gaze away from him. "I've waited for a long time already, and I haven't left the villa at all, right?"During this time, not only did Carl not apologi
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
Fury rolled off Carl in waves at that, and Violet watched him lazily. This was exactly what she wanted, to provoke him.Strangely, Carl didn't lose his temper.Carl, who was known for his explosive temper, did not lose his temper!Violet was bewildered by his reaction.Carl looked at her coldly before snapping, "Did you think I would leave if you piss me off? You really are a stupid woman!"Violet was dumbfounded. Had he seen through her tricks?"I won't get upset," Carl gritted out. "Violet, I know that you love me, not him!""That was the past," Violet stated as she rolled her eyes. "You think too much of yourself.""I watched Maverick cry again just now," Carl said softly. "He's such a strong man, and nothing ever bothered him. But now that Annabel is dead, he has become a completely different person."Violet's eyes darkened. Annabel's death had been weighing on her heart, too, and she had tried her best to forget it, but she just couldn't."I finally understand now. To be