Chapter 474 Death Is Her Only Fate
The Swift Residence
Violet sat restlessly by the window, clutching the hem of her dress as her eyes stared ahead, lost in deep thought.
Her fingers rested lightly on her knees, trembling slightly as she fought to suppress her inner turmoil.
The room's soft lighting illuminated her face but couldn't dispel the anxiety consuming her heart.
Outside, the landscape lay in silence, moonlight bathing the earth in silver. Trees stood motionless until a gentle breeze stirred the leaves into a soft rustling.
A sudden knock at the door made Violet's eyes brighten. "Come in."
A man in a black baseball cap entered, lowering his head as he spoke breathlessly, "Ms. Swift, our people never leave loose ends. There's no chance she survived."
"What about the body?"
"We genuinely couldn't find one. Our contact in the police department confirms—there's nothing to be found." The man's voice was low, pausing before adding, "The explosives might have been too powerful. She could have been completely incinerated."
"I want a definite answer. I paid good money, and you need to deliver results!"
"Understood. We'll investigate further."
"Good." Violet waved him away dismissively.
She bit her lip as the overhead lighting cast her shadow long across the floor—that dark silhouette only intensified her sense of oppression.
After a moment's consideration, Violet dialed a number. "What have you found on your end?"
"My dear niece, Albert's watching me like a hawk right now. I can't make any rash moves. I'm investigating—just be patient!" Micah's nonchalant voice came through.
Violet grew agitated. "This was your plan, your people. I need absolute certainty!"
"Trust my people. That Sarah disappeared without a trace, didn't she?"
"But people can't just vanish into thin air. Even with a massive fire, I refuse to believe someone could be completely reduced to ash!" Violet anxiously gnawed at her thumbnail. "I'm afraid Yvette and Clifford escaped."
"Escaped?" Micah scoffed. "With that inferno and all those chemicals? If they'd truly escaped, wouldn't Albert or we have heard something by now?"
"But—" Violet started, only to be cut off by Micah's impatience.
"Enough. I'll have people keep watching. Don't worry."
"No!" Violet shot to her feet, pacing the room. Her brow furrowed deeply. "I'm not satisfied. Even if she didn't die and ran off with Clifford, I want to ensure she never returns!"
"What do you have in mind?" Micah chuckled. "You've protected me all this time—whatever you want done, I'll handle it."
"Keep spreading the news about Albert being betrayed by his wife." Violet's eyes glinted coldly. "And release the story about Sarah's death. Make it as big and dramatic as possible."
Overnight, Luken transformed.
Bitter winds raged as shocking news reports sent massive waves throughout the city.
The tranquility of Luken shattered under this revelation, every face marked with surprise and outrage.
For years, she'd been portrayed as a fragile mother who'd taken her own life from heartbreak over her husband's infidelity—someone so consumed by emotion that she'd abandoned her two children.
But now the news revealed that the man who'd killed Albert's biological mother, Sarah, was none other than his wife Yvette's father, Will.
This maliciously buried secret, now exposed to the public, exploded like a nuclear bomb in Luken.
Albert flew into a rage, smashing everything in the house to pieces, yet still unable to quell the fury burning within him.
Vincent watched Albert with concern. "Mr. Valdemar."
Albert kept his head down, eyes slightly lowered, a cold murderous intent flashing in their depths. "Have you found Violet?"
Vincent took a deep breath. "I apologize, Mr. Valdemar. All our resources are currently focused on finding your wife. If you'd like us to locate Ms. Swift, we could—"
"No need." Albert's voice was heavy. "Keep looking for her. I won't let Violet get away with this."
Vincent noticed the exhaustion in Albert's eyes. "Mr. Valdemar, you need rest."
"I don't." Albert's heart felt submerged in the ocean depths, terrifyingly cold.
Yvette and his mother were the only soft spots left in his heart.
He couldn't tolerate Violet exploiting these for her own ends. He would make sure Violet and her accomplices paid dearly!
Albert's brooding eyes resembled dark pools, frighteningly cold, as he growled, "Get me the PR team immediately. I want all trending topics suppressed!"
"It's too late." Vincent said helplessly. "We tried to suppress the news the moment it broke, but it spread too quickly across the internet. We can't contain it now—it's beyond our control."
Albert furiously hurled his phone to the ground. The screen shattered into pieces, mirroring his broken heart.
"In my world, nothing is unsuppressible, and nothing is too late."
Vincent's chest rose and fell rapidly. He couldn't bear watching Albert continue this downward spiral.
He knew Albert's body and mind had reached their breaking point.
"Mr. Valdemar! You need to face reality—your wife is dead! This situation is serious. Don't sacrifice your position in the Valdemar family over this..."
Before Vincent could finish, Albert's icy glare cut him off.
His lips parted slightly, enunciating each word: "Suppress those trending topics!"
The Valdemar Villa
Cheryl raised her cup and drained the tea. "Gentlemen, thank you for your hard work on Violet's case recently. This is a small token of my appreciation—just some coffee. I hope you'll accept it."
Cheryl gestured, and servants immediately presented gift bags to the experts.
The experts smiled as they accepted. "It's our duty. However, regarding your granddaughter-in-law's case, we genuinely found no human remains at the scene. Logically speaking, even if vaporized, there should be some trace of human tissue."
"Yes. The scene only had some blood traces, but they were too badly burned for DNA analysis. So we believe she was rather fortunate..."
Cheryl's expression stiffened slightly. She set her teacup down with deliberate force, the crisp sound interrupting the expert's words.
"Gentlemen, you're surely aware of our family's current situation."
Cheryl's implication was clear. The experts, having seen the news, understood perfectly and exchanged glances. "Yes, we have some understanding."
"Violet is a menace." Cheryl sighed deeply. "This is the perfect opportunity. Whether she's dead or not, she must die."
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