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In the next second, Alyssa snatched up her teacup in a fit of anger and flung it across the room, shattering it into pieces.
Jeremy’s chest tightened. He took Alyssa’s hand and examined it carefully. He then cradled it gently between his palms and comforted her. “Getting so worked up like this isn’t good for your health. And hurting yourself over a piece of trash isn’t worth it at all.”
“I understand that every child is different, but it’s as if Betty has some sort of genetic mutation. She’s an abomination.”
In her anger, Alyssa’s sweet voice began to crack. “They share the same mother. How could siblings be so different? When Sophia forced her way into the family with her pregnancy, I’m sure Mr. Javier had a paternity test done. Is Betty really his daughter?”
Jeremy’s eyes clouded over. He replied softly, “Grandpa did order a paternity test that year. The results showed that Betty is indeed Javier’s child.”
“Haven’t you seen it on TV shows? Paternity test results can be tampered with, and doctors can be bribed. Sophia getting away with murder for 20 years proves she’s capable of hiding secrets about a paternity test.”
Once Alyssa’s mind started racing, it was hard to stop. Each thought seemed more horrifying than the last.
Maintaining a serious expression, Jeremy slipped his fingers between Alyssa’s collar and the back of her neck, massaging her gently.
It helped him to calm down.
He wasn’t impatient or dismissive of her theory. In fact, he harbored a similar suspicion himself. He’d just been too busy with other issues to address it.
“Right now,” he began, “we need to focus on how Betty teamed up with Harper Group to hurt Lauren.” He wrapped his arm around her waist, caressing her gently. “What do you think, darling?”
“Taking care of Betty shouldn’t be difficult, especially now that she doesn’t have Sophia backing her up anymore,” Alyssa said confidently. “The more trouble she makes, the quicker she’ll meet her demise.”
A small, menacing smile played on Alyssa’s lips as she nestled closer to Jeremy. “But we need a plan that safeguards us while we deal her a fatal blow.”
“Just go ahead and execute your plan, Lyse. You don’t have to take us Walsh’s into consideration. I’ll deal with them.” Jeremy fixed his fiery gaze on her.
Alyssa shook her head slowly. “If Betty’s dirt is revealed, the same thing that happened to the Schmidts will happen to your family.
“Even if I don’t take you into consideration, I would still need to consider Grandpa Newton’s feelings. After all, she is his granddaughter. Despite his disappointment, she’s still family.”
Family meant everything to Newton. Furthermore, he was of advanced age, and after witnessing Lauren’s ordeal, he wouldn’t be able to handle another blow.
“The ideal scenario is if she confesses on her own. But that won’t happen without bait.” Alyssa chuckled softly, a cold gleam in her eyes. “Right now, she thinks she’s won. She’s probably reveling in her victory. Let’s give her a little surprise.”
The more one knew their enemy, the higher their chances of victory.
Just like Alyssa predicted Jameson’s rash move against David, she also knew Betty would be brimming with pride right now.
While the rest of the Walsh’s reeled from Lauren’s ordeal, Betty reveled in worldly pleasures. She barhopped and indulged in excessive drinking.
Fueled by alcohol, she even gossiped about her autistic sister with her unsavory friends. She exploited her family’s pain for entertainment, releasing years of pent-up hatred.
Since Sophia’s death, Betty had kept a low profile. She didn’t dare to make any rash moves either. However, after joining forces with Zoe, a realization dawned on her¡ªeven without Sophia, she could still hold her own against those people. She could manipulate them as she pleased.
That night, chaos reigned in the private room. Betty was engaged in frenzied dancing with a charming male model, egged on by the surrounding crowd. Intoxicated by alcohol, she shamelessly struck various embarrassing poses with the man she barely knew.
In the chaos, the male model dragged her into the washroom within the private room. A violent kiss escalated as he ripped at her clothes.
Initially resistant, she used her arms to shield her chest¡ªher half-cup bra could be seen. Then, her eyes widened in shock.
The model, with practiced ease, used his tongue to slip a pill into her mouth. Before she could react, she swallowed it.
“What… What did you just give me?” Betty shoved him away, her breath coming in heavy pants.
“Something to make you feel good.”
The man smiled at her with an unfocused gaze. He licked her earlobe and murmured, “It’s not your first time trying this anyway, isn’t it?”
Soon, Betty was enveloped in waves of desire. Her thoughts became hazy, but her body soared on cloud nine.
An unknown amount of time passed. Everyone else had left the private room. The man pulled up his pants and pushed open the washroom door.
Betty, a woman of noble status, slumped over the filthy toilet bowl. Her clothes were disheveled, and a single strand of drool escaped her slack jaw. But the worst part was her smile. Wide and vacant, it stretched across her face like a simpleton’s glee.
A man in a crisp, clean suit pushed open the private room door. Disgust contorted his face, yet his posture remained controlled as he settled onto the couch, an air of elegance clinging to him.
The male model approached Sean respectfully. “Mr. Lynch, the job’s done.”
“Thanks for your hard work. Sorry that you had to touch such a filthy thing.” Sean looked up and smiled slightly.
“Not at all… It was a simple task.”
“I’ve received the photographs and video clip.”
Sean slowly pushed a bank card toward him. “Here’s the one million dollars we agreed upon, plus an additional 500,000. I wish you a speedy recovery.”
The man hesitated, then pocketed the card with a chuckle. “It would be a miracle if I could be cured of my illness. Don’t worry. I will be leaving Solana City on an early flight tomorrow. I won’t be coming back.”
Landon spent a single, sleepless night at the hospital. He worked tirelessly, making phone calls to arrange a press conference and contacting renowned psychiatrists and psychologists worldwide, all to secure the best treatment for Lauren.
Cornelius, however, seemed determined to overwhelm Landon. He disregarded Landon’s well-being and dumped nearly all the company’s affairs on him. Jordan could only watch helplessly, on the verge of tears.
The next morning, while receiving an IV drip, Landon received a call from Angelina. Upon hearing that Lauren was more stable, he yanked the needle out immediately. Then, he got up and headed out the door as he threw on his black coat.
“Jordan, get the car!”
“Mr. Landon, waiting for the medication to finish wouldn’t delay your visit!” Jordan exclaimed.
Landon’s suffering was evident. He’d lost a significant amount of weight in just two or three days, and it pained Jordan to see him like that.
“I’ll be fine,” Landon replied tersely, already stepping out the door. His demeanor was resolute yet desolate. In a hoarse and desperate voice, he added, “Nothing is more important than seeing my wife.”
Landon’s luxury car once again pulled into the Crescent Bay courtyard. However, following Newton’s instructions, he was denied entry.
Ben, polite and gentle, emerged to greet him. “Mr. Landon, Ms. Lauren is much better. She even enjoyed her breakfast.”
Ben’s tone was gentle. There wasn’t a single hint of resentment in his voice.
Joy radiated from Landon’s eyes, his lashes fluttering with emotion. A brief reminder of the past was enough to immerse him in fond memories. “Really? My wife… Lauren enjoyed her breakfast? That’s wonderful.
“Lauren isn’t much of a breakfast person. I have to coax her out of bed to have breakfast. I’d keep her company until she finished before heading out.”
“That’s very thoughtful of you, Mr. Landon. Thank you for looking after Ms. Lauren all this time,” Ben expressed his gratitude.
A sharp pang of fear suddenly struck Landon. Ben’s words felt like a farewell.
“Ms. Lauren has Mr. Walsh and Ms. Angelina by her side, looking after her. She’s doing very well now, so you needn’t worry. The weather has turned colder lately. Do remember to keep warm. You may leave now.
“Mr. Gorham!” Landon grabbed Ben’s arm and looked at him anxiously. His lips were dry. He opened his mouth to speak, but in his anxiousness, he couldn’t make a sound.
After some hesitation, he said in a hoarse voice, “May I see Lauren? I just for a moment. I miss her terribly…”
“Mr. Landon, Mr. Newton has forbidden Ms. Lauren from receiving any guests while she recuperates. Please leave,” Ben repeated monotonously.
“Guests?” The word felt foreign to Landon, causing him to shudder. He coughed deeply. “Lauren is my fiancee. I’m her partner, her family! What do you mean by ‘guest’?”
“I understand your frustration,” Ben, who had witnessed Landon’s growth, softened his tone¡ªno longer able to keep up with his cold act, he advised, “But you must know Mr. Newton is upset after what happened. And Mr. Cornelius¡ª”
“What has he done now?” Landon interjected, his distress evident.
“On the night of the incident, he called and had a heated argument with Mr. Newton. Ms. Alyssa was there at the time, too.”
Ben sighed helplessly. “Both Mr. Newton and Mr. Cornelius made their feelings clear. I’m afraid your marriage with Ms. Lauren might be off the table.”
Landon was stunned, feeling as if the world was collapsing around him. He felt the weight of it all crushing him, a bitter lump forming in his throat.
Landon spent a single, sleepless night at the hospital. He worked tirelessly, making phone calls to arrange a press conference and contacting renowned psychiatrists and psychologists worldwide, all to secure the best treatment for Lauren.
Cornelius, however, seemed determined to overwhelm Landon. He disregarded Landon’s well-being and dumped nearly all the company’s affairs on him. Jordan could only watch helplessly, on the verge of tears.
The next morning, while receiving an IV drip, Landon received a call from Angelina. Upon hearing that Lauren was more stable, he yanked the needle out immediately. Then, he got up and headed out the door as he threw on his black coat.
“Jordan, get the car!”
“Mr. Landon, waiting for the medication to finish wouldn’t delay your visit!” Jordan exclaimed.