Chapter 563 Discovered by Violet While Taking Medicine
The ballroom sparkled with crystal chandeliers and buzzed with animated conversation.
Yvette weaved through the clusters of laughing guests, her pace quickening as she made her exit. Her complexion had turned noticeably pale, and her steps seemed unsteady—clear signs of exhaustion taking its toll.
She approached a uniformed server who was carrying a tray of drinks and hors d'oeuvres, her voice soft but urgent. "Could you please bring me a glass of water? I need to take some medication."
The server, maintaining her professional smile despite noticing Yvette's obvious distress, nodded immediately. "Of course, ma'am. Which lounge will you be in?"
After providing the room number, Yvette turned and headed toward the private lounge to wait. The moment she disappeared from view, another figure emerged from the shadows—Violet had been trailing her the entire time. Watching Yvette's unsteady gait and the way she gripped the wall for support, Violet felt a surge of anticipation.
Once Yvette was gone, Violet quickly approached the server. "That woman who just spoke to you—what did she want?"
The server looked startled and somewhat nervous, unsure how to respond to Violet's intense scrutiny. Under that piercing gaze, she finally lowered her head and replied quietly, "The lady said she needed to take medication, so I'm bringing her water."
Violet's eyebrows shot up, her eyes lighting up with interest. "Medication? Did she say what kind? What else did she tell you?"
The server's obvious discomfort under Violet's aggressive questioning made her shake her head quickly. "I don't know—she didn't say anything else."
Yvette had intended to go straight to the lounge, but after a few steps, she glanced down and noticed her brooch was missing. She scanned the area around her before looking toward the far end of the corridor, frowning slightly as she considered her options. Since the water hadn't arrived yet, she decided to retrace her steps and search for the lost piece.
As she walked slowly down the hallway, she caught fragments of conversation—the same server she'd just spoken to was talking to someone else. Yvette paused to listen, and when a familiar voice reached her ears, her suspicions were confirmed. Her earlier glimpse of Violet hadn't been her imagination after all.
She strained to hear their exchange, catching Violet's probing questions: "Medication? Did she say what kind? What else did she tell you?"
Yvette's heart sank, her eyes darkening with realization. So Violet had been monitoring her condition all along—which meant she'd known about the illness from the beginning.
Taking a deep breath, Yvette's thoughts spiraled into chaos. The explosion that had made both her and Clifford sick had happened because of Violet in the first place. Now Violet was actively investigating her medical condition. Could everything be connected? Did Violet know more than she was letting on?
The possibility sent ice through Yvette's veins, her heart sinking like a stone into dark water. Whatever Violet's motives, Yvette was certain they were malicious. She couldn't let Violet discover the truth about her condition—it would only give her more ammunition for threats and manipulation.
Abandoning her search for the brooch, Yvette turned and headed back to the lounge. The brooch was the least of her concerns now.
Under the soft lighting of the private lounge, Yvette sat quietly on the plush sofa. Her pallor had worsened, and what she'd initially attributed to simple fatigue was now clearly something more serious—the tightness in her chest confirmed that another episode was imminent.
A gentle knock interrupted her thoughts. "Ma'am, I have the water you requested."
"Come in," Yvette called out.
The server entered carrying a tray with a single glass of water, but her expression was troubled and she avoided making eye contact. Before Yvette could wonder about the strange behavior, she saw Violet following close behind.
A flash of surprise crossed Yvette's features, though part of her had expected this confrontation. The server, clearly sensing the tension between the two women, quickly set down the water and made a hasty retreat.
Violet approached with deliberate steps, positioning herself to look down at Yvette from above. Her eyes burned with undisguised jealousy and resentment. "It's been a while, Yvette. We didn't have time to chat earlier, but now that we've run into each other in this cozy little lounge, we can have a proper conversation."
Yvette's lips curved into a serene smile, though her eyes flashed with barely perceptible sharpness. "Are you sure you want to have this conversation here?"
"What do you mean?"
"This is Albert's private lounge, which means he could walk in at any moment." Yvette's tone remained light and amused.
Violet's expression shifted slightly. "I'm just here to check on your health. Even if he does show up, what could he possibly do to me?"
"My health is perfectly fine, so I don't really need your concern." Yvette's voice carried an icy edge.
Violet studied Yvette's face intently. Despite her composed appearance, the slight irregularity in her breathing hadn't escaped notice. She let out a cold laugh, her voice dripping with certainty. "You're not well at all right now, are you?"
Yvette picked up the glass the server had brought, taking a small sip before lifting her eyes to meet Violet's gaze. "I tell you I'm fine, you insist I'm not. No matter what I say, you won't believe me anyway."
"Because you're lying to me. Does Albert even know about your condition?" Violet raised an eyebrow mockingly. "Haven't you used this as an opportunity to make him feel sorry for you?"
"Why would I need to?" Yvette smiled with genuine warmth. "Actually, I should thank you. Because of everything that's happened, my husband and I have grown much closer."
Violet's face cycled through several expressions, her jealousy intensifying. "You're sneaking around behind Albert's back to take medication, and you still have the nerve to claim you're perfectly healthy?"
Yvette studied Violet for several seconds before suddenly breaking into laughter. She reached into her purse and pulled out a bottle of vitamins, setting it down on the coffee table. The pills rattled against the plastic, creating a crisp sound that seemed to echo in the quiet room.
Violet's gaze fixed on the bottle, and the color drained from her lips instantly.
Yvette gestured toward the vitamins. "You mean this? Yes, I did ask the server to bring me water so I could take medication. But not because I'm sick." She paused, her smile becoming more genuine. "You're right about one thing though—Albert doesn't know. Since we've been getting along so well after my return, I've been secretly taking prenatal vitamins because I want to give him another child. I thought I'd surprise him once I'm actually pregnant."
Violet's face turned ashen, her eyes flickering with uncertainty and rage.
"Would you like to hear more?" Yvette raised an eyebrow with mock innocence. "About our loving marriage?"
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