Chapter 595 Violet's Collapse
The Swift Mansion
Violet sat in the living room, clutching the phone, her face ashen with fury.
Her subordinate's voice came through the receiver: "Ms. Swift, according to sources at the Valdemar Group, Albert did indeed return early. And yes, the executives there confronted him about it."
"And he just accepted it?" Violet snapped, her voice rising.
"Yes," came the reply. "He not only admitted it but took full responsibility for Yvette's sake. Now no one in the entire Valdemar Group dares to voice any objection."
"What did you say?" Violet's complexion darkened several shades at this news. She gripped the phone so tightly her knuckles turned white.
She never imagined Albert could actually suppress all the gossip within the Valdemar Group, preventing any rumors from reaching Yvette's ears.
But Yvette wasn't just disrupting his work at the Valdemar Group—her father was the man who had murdered Albert's mother.
Violet couldn't fathom how Albert could accept this situation and even love Yvette more.
The thought drove her nearly mad with jealousy.
"Doesn't he realize what trouble this will cause him?" she asked, her voice trembling with rage.
"Ms. Swift, please try to stay calm," her subordinate attempted to soothe her.
"Keep watching them!" Violet demanded, her breathing shallow and quick.
"We're doing our best, but they're watching us closely too."
Violet hung up abruptly, overwhelmed with frustration.
Just then, a maid entered the room and tensed upon seeing Violet's expression.
Meeting Violet's fierce glare, the maid hesitantly asked, "Ms. Swift, is there anything I can help you with?"
Violet exploded, channeling her anger toward the innocent bystander. "What are you doing here? Who told you to come in? Are you here to gloat?"
The maid jumped, shaking her head frantically. "No, not at all, Ms. Swift. I only wanted to ask if you needed anything."
"Get out!" Violet shouted.
The maid lowered her head, struck silent by fear.
"Are you deaf?" Violet pointed accusingly. "Get out of my sight and don't ever show your face to me again!"
The maid scurried away as Violet stood breathing heavily, her rage unquenched.
She couldn't understand why Albert would sacrifice everything for Yvette.
"Throwing tantrums?"
A deep, soft voice cut through the room, somehow making Violet uncomfortable despite its gentleness.
Her face remained dark with lingering anger.
Violet looked up, brow furrowed, eyes flashing with rage, fists clenched as if physically restraining her emotions.
The atmosphere in the room was suffocating.
David's lips curled into a smile that never reached his eyes, which remained cold and distant. "What's wrong? Bad day?"
Violet turned away. "None of your business."
"Perhaps not," David said casually, "but there's no need to take it out on the staff."
"She's MY maid in MY house! What does it matter if I vent my frustrations?" Violet retorted loudly.
David's expression remained impassive. "It doesn't, but if this is about Albert rushing back for Yvette, I'd advise you not to waste your energy."
His words drained what little color remained in Violet's face.
She glared at him venomously. "David, before you judge me, perhaps you should look in the mirror."
"Me?" David raised an eyebrow.
"Yes, you." Violet let out a cold laugh. "Look what Yvette has reduced you to. Don't you see it?"
David's expression froze.
"We're working together because of what they've done to us, aren't we?" Violet said coldly. "We're two sides of the same coin. You have no right to lecture me."
David's lips tightened, his facial features hardening.
He exhaled slowly, straightening his back slightly. "Give me Yvette's complete medical records."
Violet's expression remained frigid. "No."
"What's this? Jealous of Albert's devotion to Yvette, so you're withholding information from me?"
Violet frowned. "I told you, we're in the same boat. Stop taunting me. I said no, and I mean no."
David moved closer to Violet, his eyes challenging. "Then why refuse? If we're partners as you claim, we should be transparent with each other. You give me what I need, I'll give you what you want."
Violet stared directly at him. "I said no. That's final."
David's expression hardened. "Fine. Then there's nothing left to discuss."
The atmosphere around David chilled as he turned to leave, his demeanor sharp and cutting.
In that moment, looking at David's face—identical to Albert's—Violet felt disoriented.
She was transported back to countless times when she'd tried to reconcile with Albert, only to be coldly rejected.
Violet's breath caught. "Wait," she called out, stopping him.
David paused mid-step and turned back, his gaze penetrating. "Changed your mind?"
"Not exactly, but I think we can still negotiate." Violet rose slowly and approached him. She stared hungrily into his eyes, as if searching for someone else's reflection in those dark depths. "If I agree to give you everything you want, we'll get married, correct?"
"Of course," David replied solemnly. "When I give my word, I keep it."
"Then I'll think about it and let you know."
David nodded slightly and turned to leave again, but Violet stopped him once more.
"David, after we're married, we'll have to live together."
David looked back at her, his eyes flashing dangerously before his lips curved into a mocking smile.
In that instant, Violet felt as if her face had been set ablaze.
She paled visibly, her lips trembling as she tried to speak but ultimately remained silent.
"Violet, do you realize what you're saying?" David's voice was ice-cold.
"Of course I do." Violet took a deep breath, composing herself before explaining, "Once we're married, if anyone visits and discovers we're sleeping in separate rooms, our entire plan will be exposed."
Her weak justification only increased David's contempt.
He regarded her coldly, finally interrupting her: "Violet."
Her words died in her throat.
"Let me be clear," David warned in a low voice. "Remember your place and the purpose of our marriage."
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