All Chapters of Vengeance Reborn: Making her Scumbag CEO Husband Pay with His Life: Chapter 411 - Chapter 420

When Chris saw Renee, there was a flicker of guilt in his eyes. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but no words came out.Sensing the awkwardness, Renee spoke first. “Dr. Percy, I twisted my ankle. Can you check if the swelling can go down quickly? I have a very important event tomorrow.”Hearing that Renee still trusted him, Chris nodded firmly. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of it.”As he examined her injury, Chris rattled off advice and instructions like a worried parent. Finally, he hesitated, then said softly, “Renee, I’m sorry.”Renee waved it off with a reassuring smile. “It wasn’t your fault. Don’t overthink it.”Relieved by her response, Chris dropped the formalities. After icing her ankle, he prepared a medicated patch. While Jackson went to pick up the medication, Chris brewed tea for both Carl and Renee.As Chris handed them their cups, his usual chatty nature returned. “How’s your sleep been, Carl? Still dreaming about that little girl?”Renee froze mid-sip.

Renee barely had time to react as Carl picked up the items scattered on her couch—a half-finished scarf, various balls of yarn in different colors, and several abandoned projects. She had tried a few rows with certain colors, only to dislike them and set them aside, leaving a trail of unfinished work.She’d been stuck deciding between dark red and black. Carl already had plenty of black things, so she leaned toward the dark red. But worried he might prefer black, she’d started a second scarf in that color. Now, with the scattered yarn and projects on display, it looked as if she’d put in an excessive amount of effort.“Are all these for me?” Carl asked, his tone indifferent as he examined the scene.His question made Renee feel self-conscious, as if she’d read too much into her own intentions. She awkwardly tried to block his view of the items on the couch. “No, I haven’t knitted in ages, so I’ve been practicing. I bought extras to get the hang of it again.”Ignoring her explanatio

The biting January wind swept through the bustling streets of the city, its icy chill creeping into every corner. Even the grandeur of the capital couldn’t shake off the hint of desolation brought by the freezing air.Renee stepped out of the taxi, clutching a carefully wrapped bag, and adjusted the turtleneck of her sweater to cover half her face. As she turned toward the entrance of the Grey estate, she noticed something unusual. The typically solemn mansion was now adorned with bright decorations.It wasn’t Christmas—what could warrant such grandeur?After a polite exchange with the guards, Renee hurried inside. She spotted Susanne on the porch, directing the maids with a commanding presence.“Mom,” Renee called out.Susanne glanced over, her eyes catching the bag in Renee’s hand. “You’re here! What’s in that? It’s wrapped so beautifully.”Renee quickly hid the bag behind her. “Oh, nothing much, just something I brought along. What’s the occasion? Why’s everything so festive t

Renee washed her hands and rolled up her sleeves, ready to help Susanne in the kitchen. But just as she was about to start, Patrick walked in, shrugging off his coat."Alright, you two, go eat. I'll take care of things here," he said."Thank you, darling," Susanne replied with a smile that made her eyes crinkle."Thanks, Uncle," Renee chimed in before taking two bowls of soup and sitting down at the small table to eat.The soup was unlike anything she’d had before—rich and comforting.Susanne and Patrick exchanged a few affectionate words before joining her. As soon as Susanne sat down, she snatched Renee’s bowl and gulped down the rest of the soup."I'm parched! Anyway, I found out everything you wanted to know," Susanne said, her tone playful."Found out what? Mom, when did I ask you to investigate anything?" Renee looked at her in confusion."About Ruby," Susanne said, lowering her voice as if sharing a juicy secret.Intrigued, Renee stayed silent, letting her continue."R

Carl’s expression darkened, his eyes narrowing with a piercing coldness. “Renee,” he said, his voice low but sharp.Renee met his gaze head-on. “You really didn’t notice what Michael did today? Watching my mom and me struggle pointlessly—is that entertaining to you? I’m tired of playing these games with you. That night was long over, Uncle Carl.”Her words carried a finality. Between them, there would always be only that polite “Uncle Carl.”A glint of ice flickered in Carl’s eyes before he turned and strode toward the trash bin.Renee watched his retreating figure, her emotions a tangled mess. She wasn’t sure if she wanted him to retrieve the bag or to just leave it there. But with each step he took toward the trash bin, her heart clenched tighter.Just as Carl was about to stop the maid from disposing of the trash, a sharp cry echoed from the garden path.He turned toward the sound, and so did Renee.Ruby, wearing her prosthetic leg, had tripped over a stone slab and fallen to