Chapter 624 David Is Warning Her
Violet leaned back against the sofa, her body tense and forward-leaning, hands clenched tightly as anger and pain flickered in her eyes.
Her breathing was rapid, her voice low and hoarse, as if the words were erupting from somewhere deep within her soul.
At the mention of Rodolfo, Thaddeus and Elowen exchanged uneasy glances.
Elowen's voice turned defensive. "How can you say that? We wanted you to marry, yes, but we never forced you to marry Rodolfo!"
"None of the men you picked could hold a candle to Rodolfo, could they? You just wanted to sell me off for money!"
Years of resentment toward Thaddeus and Elowen had been festering in Violet's heart.
They had let her play princess for over twenty years, and she was grateful for that. But now, even at this point, they still wanted to control her.
If they hadn't pressured her into marriage, she never would have schemed her way into marrying Rodolfo to save the Swift Family.
If she hadn't married Rodolfo, she never would have crossed Rebecca. Without Rebecca, she wouldn't have lost her child, wouldn't have lost her chance at motherhood forever.
Thinking of how all of this stemmed from Thaddeus and Elowen's emotional manipulation and direct coercion made Violet feel like she was falling apart.
"I'm in this mess because of your greed! Why couldn't you just think about me for once? Why couldn't you love me the way you used to?"
Desperation crept into Violet's voice. She had always believed she was the beloved little girl, the cherished princess who had grown up surrounded by love.
But when Thaddeus and Elowen didn't hesitate to "sell" her off, she realized she had never truly been loved at all.
The more she thought about it, the more she resented Yvette.
Why did Yvette get to have so much love? What made her so special?
Thaddeus and Elowen's faces went pale, their eyes flickering with helplessness and embarrassment as they tried to explain, but their words were drowned out by Violet's accusations.
"Ever since the Swift Family fell apart, I stopped being your daughter and became your bargaining chip for survival!" Her emotions escalated, her voice nearly becoming a shriek. "Why did you have to push me like this? Am I not your daughter?"
Thaddeus and Elowen listened in silence, their faces etched with pain and regret.
"We just hoped you could shoulder this responsibility. We don't have a son, only you, our daughter. We could only hope you'd hold up the Swift Family."
"But do you know what your control and pressure did to me? It brought me to this point where I have to do despicable things, things that disgust even me, just to survive and find some protection. But I have to do them because I need to stay alive!"
"Violet, please don't be like this."
Seeing the guilty, helpless expressions on Thaddeus and Elowen's faces, Violet laughed bitterly to herself.
At least the alcohol had loosened her tongue enough to speak her mind.
Otherwise, she didn't know how much longer she would have kept it all bottled up.
Violet took a deep breath, poured herself another drink, and downed it in one gulp.
"Fine, I'm going to my room. This has nothing to do with you anymore, so don't worry about it." Violet slammed the glass down on the coffee table with force. "Stop trying to control me. Desperate people are capable of anything."
With that, Violet stood up, swaying unsteadily as she turned and left for her room.
Violet stumbled back to her room, the alcohol making it difficult to control her movements.
Her steps were uneven, and the faint scent of liquor lingered in her wake.
Once in her room, Violet felt utterly exhausted. Both her body and mind had been stretched to their limits for too long—she needed proper rest.
Violet took a deep breath, the smell of alcohol heavy on her exhale.
Just as she collapsed onto her bed, ready to fall into a deep sleep, her phone rang sharply, the sound jarring in the quiet room.
She glanced at the caller ID—it was her assistant Lavinia.
Why would Lavinia be calling her this late?
Violet frowned, a sense of foreboding washing over her. She took a deep breath and answered the call.
"What is it?"
Lavinia's voice sounded tense. "Ms. Swift, I went to move forward with your engagement arrangements tonight, but they said—"
Lavinia hesitated, as if afraid to continue.
"Said what?" Violet's anxiety spiked instantly.
"They said that your wedding with Mr. Valdemar has been... postponed." Lavinia's tone carried a note of helplessness, though she had no choice but to deliver the news.
Violet's grip tightened on the phone. She shot up from the bed, ignoring the dizziness in her head as she fought to control her emotions. "Why?"
Lavinia cleared her throat. "The specific reason isn't clear. We just received notice that it's been postponed. They didn't give a clear explanation, only said that if we have any questions, we should contact Mr. Valdemar directly."
Violet fell silent for a moment. "I understand. I'll reach out to David."
As Violet was about to hang up, Lavinia asked with concern, "What do you plan to do about this? With the wedding postponed, should we pause our plans as well?"
Violet's body stiffened. She opened her mouth, her voice hoarse. "It's fine. I'll handle what comes next. You don't need to worry about it."
"But—"
"Do as I say." Violet's voice was stern. "You just need to keep those secrets safe and make sure no one else can uncover them."
"Understood."
Violet hung up abruptly.
Though Violet had said she would contact David, the moment she heard "wedding postponed," she understood exactly what David was doing.
He was sending her a warning.
The alcohol's effects vanished completely. Violet got up from her bed and went to her locked safe.
She opened it and retrieved the most crucial pages of Yvette's medical reports.
By the dim light of her phone, Violet examined each piece of data.
Yvette's current condition was somewhat better than Clifford's.
According to Hayden's research and the materials he had left behind, given Yvette's present state, if there was no intervention with the special medication, she could still be saved through stem cell transplantation.
This method could completely cure Yvette without any lasting effects.
However, as Yvette's condition gradually deteriorated, the chances of a successful cure would diminish.
Once Yvette truly lost the opportunity to be saved through stem cell transplant surgery, she would only be able to rely on Hayden's medication to sustain her life.
No one in the world could understand why she was hiding Yvette's true condition—she was simply waiting for her moment.
If no one knew that Yvette could be cured through other means, she could wait until Yvette could only be kept alive with medication.
When that time came, if Albert wanted Yvette to survive, he would have to come begging to her.
Then, everything would be on her terms.
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