Chapter 375

Simon’s phone rang with the shrill urgency of a siren in the sterile hush of the hospital ward.

Brielle, quick as a flash, killed the livestream and made her exit through another corridor.

Simon hit the answer button. A voice, cold and detached, seeped through the speaker.

“Idiot, someone’s been streaming from your sickbay.”

A chill ran through Simon’s spine. He frantically searched the room and even peered outside the door but found no one.

Restlessness took him hostage as he recalled his recent words–had they all been broadcasted live?

Damn it, who could it be?!

By that time, Brielle had already left the hospital. Her stream was anonymous and brief, but the captured moments were already spreading like wildfire online, igniting discussions and debates. Within half an hour, everyone who had been spewing venomous words saw the video. Simon’s true, ugly colors were laid bare for all to see.

Brielle hadn’t anticipated stumbling upon such a revealing conversation. She thought disarming these two pawns would take more effort, but it turned out to be a windfall.

Monitoring the online chatter, she saw the focus of gossip shift to Simon and Sue, giving her a moment to breathe.

Reaching the curbside, Brielle hailed a cab. Just as she was about to give the driver the address, she saw Simon bursting out of the hospital entrance, speaking frantically on the phone. Too far to hear the words, she simply leaned back and said, “Please take me to Pearl Estate.”

Her request was cut short by a violent crash and the collective screams of onlookers.

Her heart skipped a beat. Sitting upright, she witnessed the horror – Şimon, who was just beside the road moments ago, was now a lifeless, bloodied heap..

Brielle’s face drained of color. Nurses poured out of the hospital, but it was clear–Simon was beyond help, reduced to nothing more than a bloodstain on the pavement.

A pawn, stripped of its use, held no value to the game.

The screams seemed to echo in Brielle’s ears, a tormenting reminder of her throbbing head.

She thought disarming William’s pawns would buy her time, b ut William, ruthless in his strategy, had Simon killed.

A life was as insignificant as a piece of paper in his eyes.

11:02 the c Concerned, glanced at Brielle’s pale face. “Miss, are you okay? We’re right by at hospital. You look quite pale: maybe you should get checked out. What a tragedy to have an accident right outside a hospital. Looks like a fatality.”

“No, please, just drive to Pearl Estate. Thank you,” Brielle’s voice was hoarse as she spoke, turning to see Sue emerging from the hospital, her cries tearing through the air.

Ironically, this time, Sue’s tears were genuine, unlike her performance at Dorsey International. A husband lost was a true cause for grief, but the loss of her daughter Sarah seemed to leave her numb.

Closing her eyes, Brielle had to admit, albeit reluctantly, that she was losing this round.

She wasn’t like William, who had been steeped in power since birth, to whom the lives of the ordinary meant nothing.

So, Sarah had to die, and so did Simon once he became useless. Simon’s death spelled trouble for Brielle. This was William’s game.

But Brielle couldn’t commit such acts.

Simon was disgusting, but she wasn’t God, nor the Grim Reaper; she had no right to decide life or death.

That was why she was losing.

The car drove away, but Sue’s screams still pierced the air as if threatening to shatter the heavens.

Brielle was overwhelmed by a sense of despair. The plight of being a small player in a grand game was heavy on her heart. She’s fearful of becoming the next Sarah or Simon.

She acutely realized her insignificance.

Arriving at Pearl Estate, she wearily unlocked the door.

Inside, she found Max waiting, a coffee mug in hand. The room was filled with its comforting aroma.

Brielle’s eyes reddened as she moved into his embrace, unable to hold back her emotions.

If she hadn’t rendered Simon useless, William wouldn’t have acted. Her heart wasn’t cold enough, and that’s why she felt awful.

Max set the coffee down and began to pat her back softly.

She overheard Max’s phone call, presumably to Patrick.

“Wipe Brielle’s afternoon surveillance.”

uns were After hanging up, he cradled Brielle’s face. Her red and on the verge of tears.

Brielle averted her gaze, biting her lip softly. “Simon’s dead.”

11:02 “I know, and you’ve done all you could,” Max reassured her.

Every move Brielle had made was correct, but she had underestimated William’s brutality.

A man consumed by power was a madman.

And Brielle, a sane person, could never beat a madman.