Chapter 284

Brielle’s mind was a tornado of thoughts, her eyes blinking through the sting of fatigue. She couldn’t muster the strength to respond to any messages. She didn’t even recall how she got. back to her hospital room, just that the world seemed to tremble before her eyes.

“Ms. Brielle? Ms. Brielle!” The doctor’s voice seemed to echo from afar. She tried to snap out of it, but clarity eluded her.

Outside the room, Miranda didn’t dare linger. She knew exactly how Julian had died, and her face had drained of color. She needed to get ahead of the story, to pin everything on Brielle. Otherwise, Robert wouldn’t let her off the hook either.

Clutching her fists tightly. Miranda glared at Brielle with a mix of urgency and fear.

With Julian gone, what could possibly stop Max now?

She hurried downstairs, desperate to consult with Robert.

Meanwhile, Cameron had already found Lillian. Her hand, now bandaged, was scrutinized by her cold gaze, her missing fingers a silent testament to her ordeal.

Cameron had braced himself for a hysterical Lillian, but the woman before him was eerily calm. a brewing storm in her eyes. “Lillian, who did this?” He gently took her wrist, cradling it with a pained tenderness.

A bitter smirk crossed Lillian’s face. “Who else but Brielle? Cameron, haven’t you figured out a way to get me out yet?”

“I’m sorry, Max has the police in his pocket. The Haywood family is in trouble, and he’s not letting go.”

The fury in Lillian’s eyes was apocalyptic. They say each finger is connected to the heart. No one knew the pain and fear she had felt the night before. Her grip tightened on her fingers. fresh blood seeping through the bandages.

“I know how to diffuse the crisis at hand.” Her eyes glinted with malice, her lips pursed coldly. “If Max won’t let us be, then why not just make sure he can’t breathe?”

Those three fingers had snapped her into a sobering clarity. She wanted revenge on Brielle and on Max.

Cameron startled, even glancing around to make sure they were alone before responding in a hushed tone. “Lillian, stop dreaming. Do you have any idea how many have wanted Max dead over the years?

Look at him, still thriving. Mom’s gone to fetch Grandpa. As long as Grandpa is around, Brielle won’t let Max keep targeting the Haywoods. I’m more worried about you right now.

Lillian’s eyes were bloodshot, like a wild animal cornered in desperation. “I know how I can get out. Just lend me a few men.”

Cameron was wary of letting Lillian stir the pot further: Provoking Max might render Brielle’s efforts useless. “Lillian, I-” Before he could finish, Lillian leaned in, pressing her lips to his.

Cameron’s pupils constricted, his body freezing as if struck by paralysis.

Lillian didn’t care about the Haywood family at the moment; she wanted Brielle to pay the price. If she couldn’t have Max, neither would Brielle!

As for her own fate, she was indifferent. She wanted Brielle to live in hell forever.

After a brief kiss, she pulled back. “You’ll help me, won’t you? This is the last time I’ll ask.

Cameron’s mind was in disarray. Unable to refuse Lillian’s plea, especially after that unexpected kiss, he felt his thoughts entangle into chaos. After what seemed like an eternity. he nodded slowly. “Okay, but don’t do anything rash.”

A sly smile flickered across Lillian’s eyes. After all these years, Cameron was still the same.

She was determined to seize this opportunity!

“Lillian, pretend to faint. I’ll have the cops escort you to the hospital, and on the way, my guys. will intercept them. I’ll give you one day. By tomorrow afternoon, you have to be back.”

Lillian nodded in agreement. It was a solid plan. She’d collapse in the police station, and the cops would rush her to the hospital.

After a brief exchange of plans, Lillian let herself ‘faint‘.