Chapter 779 I'll Get to the Bottom of This
The next day, the night passed peacefully.
Blinding sunlight streamed through the heavy white curtains, casting a golden glow on the reflective marble floor.
The IV bag hanging by the bedside was empty.
Violet lay beside him, dozing off from exhaustion.
She had stayed with him all night and couldn't hold out any longer, so around 4 AM, she climbed into bed next to him and fell asleep.
Brady woke up with a slight headache, feeling more exhausted than ever, especially with a cold sensation on his back.
Instinctively, he raised his hand and saw the IV needle.
He glanced at the bedside and saw the empty IV bag.
Brady frowned slightly, his mind foggy, unable to recall what had happened the previous night.
What was going on?
As he puzzled over the IV, Violet woke up, seeing him awake, she immediately brightened up.
She reached out to touch his face and smiled, "Hey, you're awake! How are you feeling?"
"Just a bit of a headache. What happened? I can't remember last night," Brady said slowly, taking a deep breath.
His head ached a bit, but his overall condition had improved.
"If I hadn't arrived in time..." Violet, seeing he was doing better, pretended to be angry.
She hummed in annoyance as she removed the IV needle from his hand, pressing a cotton ball to the puncture site, and said discontentedly.
"What? What did I do?" Brady wanted to know what had happened.
Why was he on an IV?
And why did she seem so angry?
"You don't remember?" Violet hoped he would be honest, but it seemed the aftereffects of the hallucinogen were severe, and he didn't remember yesterday.
"Not really, just bits and pieces. Charlotte was with me, and then I don't remember," Brady said, suddenly realizing something.
His eyes darkened as he looked at Violet, nervously asking, "Did something happen between her and me?"
He feared the worst.
Violet, seeing that he was thinking about what might have happened, got genuinely angry.
She let go of the cotton ball on his puncture site, throwing the bloodied cotton ball at his face, and said furiously, "Yes, you two had sex. I'm furious, okay?"
"How could that be?" Brady frowned, grinding his teeth, finding it hard to believe.
But then he sat up quickly, pulling Violet into his arms, "Honey, don't joke like that. I wouldn't do something like that, right?"
Violet was truly angered by his previous words and said deliberately, "Don't say you wouldn't. She drugged you. Could you control yourself? You don't even remember having sex with her yesterday. Let go of me, I'm really angry right now."
Brady's eyes darkened further, holding her tightly, refusing to let go, "Is there any evidence? I don't believe I would do such a thing."
"Everyone saw it," Violet said, glaring at him. "Do you want to consider marrying her? After all, it was her first time."
"Are you kidding me?" Brady couldn't believe he would lose control like that. "I wouldn't marry anyone but you."
"Who's kidding? Go find her, and you don't need to worry about the baby in my belly," Violet said, pushing the limits.
Brady, for the first time, felt anxious.
His expression darkened, gritting his teeth, he cursed in front of Violet, "This is my child, how could I not want it?"
"She'll give you a child," Violet continued to provoke him.
Brady's expression grew even darker. "I'll get to the bottom of this. And you better not even think about doing anything to the baby you're carrying."
"Are you threatening me?" Violet raised an eyebrow at him.
Brady didn't care.
He feared she might leave him, so without another word, he grabbed her face and kissed her forcefully, "Threatening you or not, you're not leaving me."
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