Chapter 457 The Murderer's Daughter
The door slammed shut with a heavy thud that echoed through the silent apartment. The impact made the door frame shudder violently, as if it might give way under such force.
With the door closed, shadows crept further into the room, casting everything in a more somber, oppressive light.
Violet sat alone in the empty room, her spirit hollow. Albert's departure had stripped away her last pretense of composure.
Her face was haggard, her eyes revealing undisguised grief and resentment. She sat motionless on the sofa, torturing herself by replaying recent events over and over in her mind. Only through this self-inflicted pain could she find clarity about her next move.
As memories flooded back, so did the anguish. Everything had spiraled out of control since Rebecca began plotting against her. As her pregnancy progressed, Violet had eagerly anticipated her child's birth, but Rebecca's schemes had nearly destroyed her multiple times.
Desperate for help, Violet had tried to reach Albert—the only person who could save her—but he remained unreachable.
Then, two weeks ago, Rebecca had bribed Violet's bodyguard and orchestrated a terrible plan. Violet remembered lying in a rain-soaked alley, her phone stolen, feeling blood slowly draining from her body along with her warmth...
She'd been fortunate that a passerby discovered her. But her rescue didn't make things better.
In her last moments of consciousness, she'd heard the doctors' urgent exchange: "Heavy bleeding—we can't stop it. Get the family to sign consent forms immediately. We can't save the uterus!""Heavy bleeding—we can't stop it. Get the family to sign consent forms immediately. We can't save the uterus!"
Violet had felt utter despair but couldn't wake up to beg the doctors to try harder.
She lost not only her baby but also her womb. She knew she had forever lost the right to become a mother—the most important role in the world would never be hers.
She had lost everything.
Rebecca was the nightmare in her life, the demon who caused her to lose her child. But wasn't Rodolfo, who had coldly watched from the sidelines, equally monstrous?
Since losing the baby, Rodolfo hadn't visited her once. He had watched her descend into one dark abyss after another, struggling in agony.
Violet's world had turned pitch black, devoid of hope. She became withdrawn and morose; her life reduced to shades of black and white.
Then, just days ago, Rodolfo had appeared with his new girlfriend. Though Rebecca had already gloated about having a new "stepmother," seeing Rodolfo with his arm around a younger woman made Violet tremble with rage.
"Wait outside," Rodolfo had told the woman, patting her back.
She'd given him a sultry look. "Don't forget, I'll be right outside." Before leaving, she'd shot Violet a triumphant glance.
Rodolfo had been blunt: "Though you lost the baby, I recognize your pregnancy was difficult. I've prepared a villa in the suburbs for you. Take it, and we'll divorce."
"Divorce?" Violet had laughed bitterly. "Rodolfo, you think you can dismiss me with just a villa?"
His expression had hardened. "You can't bear children anymore. Did you expect me to keep you as my wife?"
"Who caused me to lose my fertility? It was because of you!" Violet had spat through clenched teeth. "If you hadn't allowed your daughter to harm me, our child would have been fine!"
"I told you it was a misunderstanding," Rodolfo had sneered. "Besides, even if she did it, she's my flesh and blood. Should I punish her for the sake of an unborn fetus?"
"Are you even human, Rodolfo?" Violet's eyes had burned with fury. "That wasn't just a fetus—it was a fully formed baby! Our baby died because I couldn't get medical help in time. If I'd reached the hospital sooner, the baby could have been saved!"
"Are you finished?" Rodolfo had looked at her with disgust, as if she were insane. "I suggest you sign the papers soon. Otherwise, you won't get the villa, and I'll take back everything I ever bought you."
Any lingering feelings Violet had harbored for Rodolfo vanished completely. She felt oddly grateful that she had never truly loved him with her whole heart, that her initial motivation for being with him hadn't been purely romantic.
She was even more thankful that during their time together, she had managed to gather substantial evidence while Rodolfo was distracted.
The Morgan family might be cold-blooded, but Violet was no pushover.
With a cold smile, her pale lips had curled into a mocking grin. "Are you sure you can take everything back?"
Rodolfo had frowned. "What are you implying?"
"Rodolfo, your safe's combination is 1110, isn't it?" Violet had raised an eyebrow, bloodlust dancing in her eyes.
Rodolfo had stared at her in horror. "You..."
His reaction had thrilled her.
"The contents of your safe are quite fascinating," Violet had said in the same coquettish tone she'd used countless times before. "All those compromising documents—scandals, leverage, even evidence of crimes..."
Rodolfo, shaking with rage, had lunged toward her, his hand raised to strike.
"Touch me, and everything goes public," Violet had smiled. "Still want to hit me?"
Rodolfo had gritted his teeth. "What do you want?"
"Me?" Violet had replied sweetly. "I want the Morgan Group—or a ten-billion-dollar divorce settlement."
Rodolfo's betrayal and abandonment had made Violet repeatedly recall Albert's devotion to Yvette. Despite his pride, he had accepted Yvette back with another man's child, even offering her everything.
Violet glanced at the sofa where Albert had just sat, the faint impression of him still visible on the cushion.
Albert's love for Yvette should have been hers! The affection, tenderness, and romance—all of it should have belonged to her, yet she could only watch from afar!
Violet had once believed that her relationship with Rodolfo and carrying his child had made her unworthy of Albert. But Yvette was the daughter of a murderer—her father was the man who had killed Albert's mother!
Yvette was the one who didn't deserve him!
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