Chapter 622 Yvette's Life Hangs by a Thread
Violet ended the call with Felix, her expression hardening into something colder and more distant.
Her eyes became vacant, as if all warmth had been drained from them, leaving her looking like she'd been frozen in arctic waters.
Her mouth turned downward in a bitter line, devoid of expression save for the deep silence and indifference that settled over her features. Jealousy and resentment burned in the depths of her gaze.
Violet couldn't understand why Yvette, of all people, commanded so much love from everyone around her.
Albert, David, and now even Clifford.
What kind of spell did she cast over them?
Her fingers gripped the phone until her knuckles went white, the cold metal offering no comfort to her churning thoughts.
The entire room seemed to chill with her mood, the once-cozy atmosphere now feeling hollow and desolate.
Violet closed her eyes and drew a deep breath, trying to steady herself, but the resentment festering in her heart refused to dissipate.
Just then, a sharp pounding at the Swift Mansion's front door jolted her from her brooding thoughts.
The Swift Mansion's servant looked at Violet uncertainly. "Ms. Swift, it's Mr. Valdemar here to see you."
Violet froze, and before she could respond, the servant clarified, "David, I mean."
The brief flicker of hope in Violet's eyes died instantly. She gave a self-deprecating smile, her gaze turning glacial. "Be more specific next time."
"My apologies, Ms. Swift."
Violet waved her hand dismissively. "Let him in."
The moment the words left her lips, the mansion's front door swung open.
Violet looked up to see David standing in the doorway, his face thunderous, clutching a medical file in his hand.
As the door opened, David strode in with icy determination, his face ashen and his eyes radiating menace.
"What the hell is this? Why are these records incomplete?" His voice was razor-sharp, devoid of any warmth. "I want an explanation."
Violet hadn't expected him to come in swinging, and her already foul mood darkened further.
Violet took the file and flipped through it casually—sure enough, it was Yvette's medical records with the sections she'd deliberately removed.
Another person coming to give her grief over Yvette.
Violet raised her head to meet David's stare.
David's entire presence radiated cold fury, his eyes like frozen lakes in winter—piercing and unfathomable.
Those eyes, identical to Albert's, held the same chilling indifference that made Violet instinctively turn her head away.
Her gaze flickered, unwilling to answer.
But David clearly wasn't satisfied with her evasion and pressed again, "I'm asking you one more time—why are these records incomplete?"
David's voice cut through the air like an arctic wind, harsh and biting.
Violet shrugged lightly, her voice airy and detached. "I don't know. Maybe some pages got missed when I gave them to you."
Her tone carried a note of feigned innocence, but it was too deliberate, as if she were trying to cover something up.
David fixed her with a penetrating stare, the coldness in his eyes gradually morphing into rage, as though he could see straight through her. His hands clenched into fists, his knuckles white with tension.
Feeling the weight of David's intimidating glare, Violet attempted to play dumb. "I really don't know, David. There's no point asking me."
She reached for a cup of coffee and offered it to him. "Have some coffee and calm down."
Violet's nonchalant attitude pushed David over the edge.
She'd been playing games with him one too many times.
At that thought, David's eyes flashed dangerously. The moment he took the cup, he raised his hand and hurled it toward the floor.
The glass tumbled from the table and shattered against the ground, exploding into countless fragments.
The sharp crash echoed through the silent room, the sound of destruction sending chills down the spine.
This was the first time Violet had ever seen David lose his temper—the man the world knew as gentle and refined had just exploded in fury, smashing a cup to pieces.
Violet's face went pale, her hands trembling involuntarily. She stared at David, a flash of fear crossing her features.
David locked eyes with her, his gaze arctic. "Violet, you'd better start explaining."
His voice carried an unquestionable authority, as if he could tear everything apart in the next breath.
Violet looked at the enraged David, panic flickering in her eyes.
But she quickly regained her composure.
She shouldn't let David's emotions control her—they were business partners, nothing more. She still needed him to complete certain tasks for her.
Violet took a deep breath and walked resolutely toward David, guiding him to sit down.
"Don't get worked up. Whatever it is, we can talk it through."
As David settled onto the sofa, Violet moved behind him, placing her hands gently on his shoulders, her fingertips transmitting warmth through the thin fabric of his shirt.
David tried to pull away, but Violet held him in place.
"You just want to know about Yvette's condition, don't you?" Violet said softly.
At the mention of Yvette, David's body, which had been trying to escape, went rigid and stayed put.
Violet's fingers worked gently at David's shoulders, massaging away the tension and helping him relax.
David's shoulders were broad and solid, but under Violet's ministrations, they gradually began to soften.
Violet's technique was practiced and soothing—skills she'd learned from Rodolfo.
That quiet comfort was like a gentle breeze, slightly dampening the fire of David's rage.
"If you know that, then why do you keep hiding the real medical records?" David demanded in a low voice. "If we're going to work together, show some good faith instead of constantly concealing things."
"That's so unfair to me." Violet sighed. "I really haven't been hiding anything from you."
David pressed harder, his tone accusatory. "Then why are the records incomplete?"
"Just because I can get my hands on medical records doesn't mean I can get the complete files!" Violet said with feigned hurt. "These records were intercepted by Clifford from the Hayes family. I did everything I could and this is all I managed to get. If I could really access everything, wouldn't Albert be able to get them just as easily?"
David pressed his lips together and said nothing.
Seeing that David was somewhat convinced, Violet felt a bit more at ease and continued her persuasion. "You don't really need the complete medical history anyway. All you need to know is that Yvette is seriously ill and will die soon, right?"
David's brow furrowed as he knocked away her massaging hands and turned to face her.
He studied her eyes intently, as if trying to read the truth in her gaze. "You really don't have the complete medical records?"
"Really."
David pressed further. "And she's really dying?"
"Of course."
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