Chapter 556 Winnie Agrees
Winnie's heart collapsed. Confronted with Ishara's madness, she couldn't take the risk. It wasn't just about putting Ishara away; it was about her Oscar, safe and sound. Her child was what mattered most. So, she had always been cautious, never daring to engage in a fight to the death with Ishara.
Poor Oscar had already endured torture. Winnie wouldn't let him face danger or pain again. Besides, Ishara's terms weren't impossible for her. It was, indeed, a way to rid herself of Lawrence's control. Her entanglement with him should have ended long ago, no matter how the ending unfolded, no matter how ugly it got.
She had no choice.
Looking up hysterically, she asked, "So all I have to do is marry Rock?"
"Absolutely. Marry Rock and I'll keep my hands off Oscar. You'll get your son back, take both your kids, and disappear off the face of the earth. Isn't this a good deal for you?"
Ishara sat there, her gaze cold and piercing.
Winnie nodded, her face expressionless. "I agree."
Ishara, chin in hand and loaded with arrogance, continued without finishing, "Winnie, not a word about our meeting today or our conversation with Lawrence This is our little secret for Oscar's safety. Can you keep your mouth shut? Besides, it's you who wants to marry Rock, you're moving on from Lawrence, got it?"
Winnie stood up, sneering, "You better send me regular photos of Oscar. If he gets even a scratch, you get nothing."
"Just the thought of you taking your son and getting out of Trento City for good, keeping him from Lawrence, makes me willing to put up with the kid," Ishara chuckled sinisterly.
Did Ishara truly believe she could coerce Winnie into exile from Trento City, sever her ties to the Blanchet family company, conceal the truth about her father's shooting, and allow her and Patrick to luxuriate as heirs to the family fortune? Not if Winnie had anything to say about it.
Winnie's eyes narrowed, and she suddenly lunged forward, grabbing a lock of Ishara's hair.
With a shriek from Ishara, by the time the bodyguard reacted, Winnie had already snatched a strand of Ishara's hair and clenched it in her fist. Slipping it into her pocket, she turned on her heel and left.
Ishara, frowning, was puzzled by the attack.
She watched Winnie's retreating figure squint and then ordered, "Bodyguards, stop her. Search her again."
"The talk is done, the deal agreed upon. What more do you want?" Winnie asked, her hand on the doorknob.
Suspicious and paranoid, Ishara accused, "You attacked me out of nowhere. Who knows if it was just venting or something more? You might still have a recording device on you."
She'd hit the nail on the head. Winnie's face was stoic; she hadn't anticipated being discovered.
With a sneer, Ishara said, "Knowing you, how calmly you let the bodyguard search you earlier was out of character. You wouldn't leave without something in hand. Where is it, somewhere hidden?
"Let me tell you something, Winnie. If you want your son Oscar back safe and sound, you better play it straight.
"Otherwise, with what I'm capable of, it wouldn't be good for such a young kid to bear so many traumatic memories. Some scars may not be visible on his skin, but they can etch a lifetime of pain in his heart.
"You should hand over that voice recorder. Don't make your son go through any more agony."
Winnie's jaw clenched tight, her face turned cold as her eyes narrowed with steely resolve. Oscar was her world, and now Ishara held him in his grip. She couldn't risk gambling with her son's welfare.
Cornered by Ishara regarding her child, she had no choice but to relent. Turning her back, she slowly retrieved the voice recorder from beneath her collar and threw it onto the table.
After confirming the voice recorder wasn't transmitting data in real-time, Ishara waved off his bodyguard.
Completely drained, Winnie walked out of the room.
"Where on earth have you been? How can picking up medication take over an hour? Winnie, look at you! you look pale."
Winnie had come back to find Olivia orbiting her with concern.
"Can you tell me what happened? Winnie, I'm really worried about you."
Exhausted, Winnie collapsed onto the couch. Her cold hands were buried in her face, and her eyes were misty as they met Olivia's.
She opened her mouth, wanting to say something, yet hesitated, pondering whether Olivia would spill the beans to Jeremy.
The man was erratic, not in any rush to rescue Oscar. However, every day was agony for her, and she couldn't bear that bet. As long as her son was safe and sound, she could endure Ishara's threats.
"Olivia, there's something I need you to do for me."
At last, Winnie lifted her head, and Olivia nodded eagerly. "Just say it, I'll take care of it."
"Here are a few strands of Ishara's hair. Keep the ones with follicles safely stored, and find a reliable DNA testing center. Keep them hidden for now."
"So, you were getting Ishara's hair." Olivia misunderstood. She took the strands with a look of disgust and put them in a plastic bag. "Ugh, I don't even want to touch that woman's hair. So, when are you planning on getting close enough to swipe some from Patrick?"
"There'll be a chance," Winnie said absentmindedly.
Ishara might be using Oscar to control her, but sooner or later, she would turn the tables and ensure Ishara got what she deserved.
After exchanging a few words with Olivia and finding an excuse, Winnie saw her out.
She then locked herself in the study.
As twilight descended, employees from Triton's entire floor began to depart, signaling the end of the workday.
Neon lights outside the windows rose in sequence, casting Trento City in a glaringly brilliant glow.
Yet Winnie's eyes were vacant, harboring nothing but darkness within.
Her phone continued to ring persistently.
Lawrence's attempts to reach her were futile; Olivia had barred him from contacting Winnie by blocking his number on her phone.
The caller was Jeremy.
Winnie stared at the ringing phone with a detached gaze, watching it go silent.
She swiped her phone, propped herself against the wall using all her strength, and lingered on Rock's number before finally dialing slowly.
Rock answered almost instantly, his voice a blend of laughter and concern. "Winnie, are you alright? There's been talk about Ishara being pregnant today, and it seems like the child is… If you're upset, come out and talk to me."
Winnie found herself momentarily speechless, unsure of what to say.
She tried to organize her thoughts, but her mind was in disarray, and she had to keep her emotions tightly wound. Her tone was eerily calm. "Rock, I'm sorry for calling you out of the blue. I'm agreeing to be with you, okay? If you don't mind, let's get married."
Rock's breath hitched as if struck by astonishment, followed by a rush of ecstatic exclamation, "Winnie, what are you talking about? Is this real? Am I dreaming?"
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