Chapter 612 David: Keep Your Distance
The dimly lit room felt suffocating, thick with tension that seemed to press against the walls.
Violet's once-beautiful eyes now glittered with cold malice as she clutched the medical report in her hands—Yvette's real medical records, documenting secrets buried deep within.
A cruel smile twisted her lips, sharp as a blade cutting through the silence.
Her fingers traced the pages with deliberate slowness, savoring the drama contained within.
She hadn't anticipated Clifford's interference—how he'd managed to switch out Yvette's genuine test results. The thought of Albert's shocked expression, of him coming to beg her for answers, had been deliciously satisfying. But Clifford had ruined that moment.
What puzzled her was his motive.
What possible advantage could Clifford gain by keeping Albert in the dark about Yvette's condition?
The door lock clicked open, and Violet's fingers instinctively tightened around the papers, her brow furrowing in irritation.
David entered slowly, his gaze meeting hers in a moment of silent understanding. He moved to her side and casually took the medical report, flipping through it with growing disbelief.
"Her condition has deteriorated this much?" His voice carried genuine shock.
Violet raised an eyebrow, studying his face with calculating interest. "What's this? Feeling sorry for her? Or can't you accept that she's dying?"
Her tone remained silky smooth, but the sarcasm underneath cut deep.
David had grown accustomed to her barbed words during their partnership. He set down the report with practiced indifference. "That's none of your concern."
"Perhaps not, but I'd rather not spend my time consoling a heartbroken partner while plotting our revenge."
"Don't worry. That won't be necessary." David's laugh held no warmth.
Violet searched his expression for any crack in his composure, but his face remained an unreadable mask. Disappointed by his emotional restraint, she shifted tactics.
"Speaking of which, David, someone switched out Yvette's test results—that's why Albert remains oblivious to her true condition."
"Switched out?" His interest sharpened.
"Yes." Her voice took on a sing-song quality. "Care to guess who?"
David shot her an impatient look, clearly tired of her theatrical games. "Just tell me."
"Clifford." She drew out each syllable with relish.
Surprise flickered across David's features before understanding dawned. The name shouldn't have shocked him—in retrospect, it made perfect sense.
A bitter smile tugged at his lips. "Very much like Albert."
Now it was Violet's turn to look puzzled. "What do you mean?"
David's expression grew thoughtful. "His methods. Albert's always been one to act rather than speak, never seeking credit for his interventions."
The observation sparked something in Violet's eyes—a flicker of genuine interest that she quickly suppressed.
She shifted on the sofa, patting the space beside her invitingly. "Come, sit. We need to talk."
David hesitated, clearly reluctant, but eventually settled beside her. The cloying scent of her perfume immediately assaulted his senses, making him grimace with distaste.
Violet's lips curved in a mischievous smile, her eyes dancing with challenge. She bit her lower lip playfully before speaking, "David, I'll help you get everything you want. Look—I even obtained her medical records. Surely now you can trust me?"
His gaze remained cold as he glanced at her dismissively. "What I want has barely begun. If you hope to achieve your own goals, behave yourself. Yvette was right—drop the manipulative games."
He saw through her schemes with crystal clarity.
"Those little games are harmless enough," Violet replied, her smile never wavering even as her voice turned venomous. "After all, Yvette destroyed my life. Surely I'm entitled to some small revenge?"
"Keep your petty schemes away from me." David's tone brooked no argument.
"Away from you? How could I possibly stay away?" Violet's voice carried a provocative edge as she moved closer instead of retreating.
Her newly restored, delicate hand came to rest on his shoulder, fingers tracing light patterns. "You and Albert are identical. How could I bear to keep my distance?"
David frowned and smoothly shifted away from her touch. "I have no interest in being your substitute for him."
His voice carried barely concealed irritation, as if her persistence had reached its limit. "I'm warning you one final time—don't touch me."
Violet seemed unfazed by his rejection, laughing softly as she continued her taunting. "I didn't mean anything by it. Why are you being so harsh? You're even colder than Albert. No wonder Yvette has always preferred him."
"Violet." David's expression turned glacial as he rose abruptly, his patience finally exhausted. "I'm warning you—don't push your luck. My tolerance has reached its end."
Sensing the genuine anger radiating from him, Violet finally backed down. They were partners, after all, and he controlled resources she desperately needed. Antagonizing him served no purpose.
She shrugged with feigned nonchalance, lowering her voice conciliatorily. "Alright. I was only teasing. Don't be angry."
David's cold stare suggested he approved of her newfound sense.
"I wanted you to understand something—Albert isn't the only one protecting Yvette. Clifford is using the medication you provided to suppress his symptoms, yet he still risks everything to shield her. No questions asked, no regard for his own life."
"And your point?" David's voice remained flat.
"My point is this—abandon whatever feelings you still harbor for her, David." Violet's laugh turned brittle and cold. "Your emotions mean nothing to Yvette. They're nothing but a burden to her."
She paused, her smile turning self-deprecating. "Just like my feelings for Albert. We're both nothing more than unwanted complications in their lives."
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