Chapter 487 The People Who Matter
Victoria asked her first question in a leisurely tone. "I assume you arranged what happened at Mr. Windsor's birthday party? You wanted me to sleep with Holden so my husband would divorce me, correct? You only need to answer yes or no. That's not difficult, is it?"
Hearing Victoria's casual voice, Waverly bit her lip and remained silent for a moment.
Victoria wasn't in any hurry. She had all the time in the world.
The night was long.
If Waverly wanted to drag this out, she had no objection.
"Sidney," Victoria suddenly called out.
Waverly jolted as if someone had flipped a switch inside her. Trembling, she blurted out, "I'll talk! Yes, I arranged it. It was me."
Victoria gave a mocking laugh. "Why so nervous? I was just going to ask Sidney to bring me a chair so I could wait more comfortably."
Waverly had nothing to say to that.
But Victoria had plenty to say. She smoothly continued, "Since you've answered, let's move on to the next question."
"Tell me about your little secret with Griffin." She tilted her head slightly, making no effort to hide her curiosity.
This question left Waverly silent for a long time—so long that Victoria eventually instructed Sidney to dunk her in the sea again.
Sidney counted the seconds as usual, pulling her back up right on time.
"What's the matter? Too difficult to talk about, or too shameful to admit?" Victoria's cold voice reached Waverly's ears.
The seawater left her nose burning with pain, and she needed a moment to recover.
Victoria watched her suffering and clicked her tongue. "I told you that cooperating would spare you this misery. You've only yourself to blame for being stubborn."
Eventually, Waverly confessed.
It was quite a shocking secret.
After hearing it, Victoria couldn't help but ask incredulously, "I have to know—what gave you the confidence to think you were worthy of my husband?"
That was beside the point, though.
"Next question. You pressed the detonator for the explosion here last night, didn't you?"
When Victoria asked this question, her tone had grown noticeably colder.
The night sea already carried a chill, and with the coldness radiating from Victoria, the atmosphere became truly terrifying.
Waverly, having been dunked twice and alternating between hot and cold with fear, could sense the murderous intent behind Victoria's words.
She had a feeling that if she answered yes, she would die right here and now.
But why was Victoria asking this when she already had video evidence?
Stuttering and trembling, she replied, "No. Griffin ordered me to do it. It wasn't my fault."
Victoria leaned forward, moving closer to her. "Do you know that someone crucial to me was on that yacht last night? If not for you, he wouldn't have suffered!"
Waverly hadn't known Alexander was there—she'd only known about Victoria.
Griffin hadn't told her that he had demanded Alexander come personally for the exchange.
Just as she was wondering who this important person might be, a sharp pain shot through her face.
Before she could answer, Victoria had already struck.
Leaning sideways, one hand gripping the railing, Victoria seized Waverly's jaw with her other hand, roughly forcing her to face her.
She used such force that she nearly dislocated Waverly's jaw.
Waverly no longer knew where the pain was coming from—her entire body hurt, and she just wanted to escape Victoria's grasp.
"Waverly, you should never have conspired with Griffin to do evil!" Victoria said coldly.
"No, it wasn't my idea! It was Griffin and Anouk who wanted to kill you. They planned the yacht explosion to blow you up at sea, leaving no evidence. They said they'd just make up a story to cover it up," Waverly replied.
Victoria's cold eyes were terrifying. "But you shouldn't have pressed that detonator. No matter how much you try to justify yourself, you can't escape your guilt!"
"You just wanted to exploit the conflict between him and us for your own benefit, didn't you? Even Griffin probably didn't realize you were deceiving him all along. You kept telling him you weren't interested in inheriting the Windsor family presidency, but in reality, you wanted that position for yourself. And you used this opportunity to eliminate your rivals—killing two birds with one stone!"
"Am I right, Miss Windsor?"
Faced with Victoria's relentless questioning, Waverly panicked.
Her frightened eyes flashed with guilt — the panic of someone whose secrets had been exposed.
Victoria caught it immediately.
She hadn't missed a single expression on Waverly's face.
"With Griffin dead, Hawk is your next target, isn't he?"
"No! I didn't... I haven't..."
Victoria retorted, "Still refusing to confess? Your stubbornness won't save you."
With that, she released Waverly's jaw with disgust, pushing her away.
"Sidney!"
"Right away, Victoria."
The next morning.
Alexander woke up early.
He had expected to see Victoria when he opened his eyes, but she wasn't there.
Marcus brought in breakfast, visibly under tremendous pressure.
Afterward, he asked with exceptional attentiveness, "Mr. Howard, would you like me to get your toiletries for you?"
Alexander couldn't get out of bed and was confined to the hospital bed.
Plus, he felt sticky all over but couldn't take a shower, which was driving him to his limit.
Having served Alexander for years, Marcus could read his expression.
"Mr. Howard, would you like me to help you with a sponge bath?" he asked cautiously.
After all, before Victoria left yesterday, she had instructed him to take excellent care of Alexander.
Then he felt what seemed like a wave of demonic anger.
He shrank back, afraid to say another word.
"Where is Victoria?" Alexander finally asked.
Marcus asked in disbelief, "What? Mr. Howard, you remember Mrs. Howard? Didn't you forget about her?"
Victoria had instructed him yesterday not to mention her unless absolutely necessary, claiming Alexander had "amnesia" and was hostile toward her. She worried mentioning her might worsen Alexander's condition.
Marcus had been shocked—it was like something out of a soap opera!
Logically, if Alexander were to forget anyone, Victoria would be the last person.
So he had carefully followed Victoria's instructions.
After all, Victoria's authority far outweighed Alexander's at this point.
And he wanted to avoid upsetting Alexander.
That's why since entering the room, he had instinctively avoided mentioning Victoria.
But now Alexander had asked about her himself.
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