Chapter 96

Emily’s malice infuriated Violet, who didn’t want to continue the conversation. However, her words were too offensive to ignore.

“Emily, remember, When you curse others, you might just invite misfortune upon yourself, Imagine if I told Oliver that it was me, not you, who was there for him, singing as he lay unconscious. Would he still be eager to get engaged to you?”

Her revelation visibly paled Emily’s face.

“How… How did you know that?”

Emily had been confident in her deception, believing Violet wouldn’t have seen the interviews where she appeared alongside Oliver, claiming credit for his recovery.

“Heaven observes all our deeds. If it disapproves, retribution might follow,” Violet warned.

“Don’t you dare say a word!” Emily’s voice, hoarse with agitation, echoed sharply in the air.

“Even if you do tell him, Oliver will think you’re acting out of bitterness. My lifelong relationship with him outweighs your years of being together. Speaking out will only bring you disgrace!”

With a mix of anger and panic, Emily quickly left, her heels clicking furiously against the ground, betraying her turbulent emotions.

Violet’s words struck at the heart of Emily’s fears. This truth was like a ticking time bomb. threatening to destroy the carefully constructed happiness she had arranged.

Convinced of Oliver’s current negative feelings towards Violet, Emily was sure he would dismiss any claims from her sister as unfounded.

Back at the Imperial Palace, Lucius exited Regina’s room, tiredness evident in his eyes..

Regina had asked about Violet repeatedly, four times today alone. What significance did Violet hold for her?

Learningt’s departure, Regina showed no further interest in ho of away without a second thought.

Violet! Violet!

grandson, sending him Lucius, returning to his bedroom, collapsed onto the sofa, expressing his frustration by pounding on the back of the sofa.

5 RGCA George entered, standing respectfully in front of him.

“Did Violet make it back home?” he asked casually, pretending to be uninterested, It was his obligation to ensure she got home safely, as he was the one who put her in this scenario.

That was how he justified having someone fall her.

“Ms. Agatha I mean, Ms. Violet went to her home but didn’t enter. She just stood outside for a while and then left.” George corrected himself mid–sentence, sharing the details he had gathered “What?” Lucius’s expression lightened in concern. “She didn’t go home?”

His voice unintentionally rose, revealing his surprise, before he composed himself.

“Then where did she go?”

“She visited the Blue Cross first, then her house, but didn’t go inside, Later, it looked like she tried to visit a friend but didn’t stay.” George detalled Violet’s movements.

“Why did she go to the Blue Cross?” Lucius asked, trying to sound casual.

George shook his head. “We didn’t follow her inside, so I’m not sure. But it appears she’s still roaming the streets.”

This information troubled Lucius.

Why wouldn’t Violet go home or find somewhere to stay? What on earth was she thinking? Why wouldn’t she return home or look for a place to stay? Couldn’t she see that it was already dark?

A wave of irritation surged through him, but soon ebbed away.

Why was he concerned about Violet? She had left of her own accord, not even glancing back.

“She’s not short of money. She’ll find a place to stay,” he remarked coldly, dismissing George with a wave of his hand.

The butler sighed as he walked out the door. Lucius clearly had feelings for Violet, but he pretended to be unconcerned. It was perplexing how someone so bright can be so emotionally inept.

George, knowing his role as a servant, did not dare to offer any advice and quietly went.

Once alone, Lucius abruptly rose, his agitation evident. Eventually, he reached for his phone…

Violet, with nowhere to go and her apartment gone, was overwhelmed with misery, especially after Emily’s taunts.

+15 BONOS How had her life devolved into such misery? She sighed deeply as she gazed at the gray sky.

dotted with barely visible stars that struggled to shine.

She rummaged through her bag. Her items had clearly been tampered with. Her wallet had gone.

leaving her penniless.

Regretting her impulsive donation, she wished she had kept some money for emergencies.

Such regret gnawed at her. Her impulsive generosity, intended to uphold her dignity, now seemed like a significant mistake. Could she even get it back?

However, this was just a passing thought.

After spending hours wandering the streets, hungry, thirsty, and tired, she slumped under a tree.

longing to escape her worldly woes.

Then, a gentle voice reached her ears, “Aggie?”

Violet, startled, swiftly turned around.

There, just a few steps behind her, stood Naomi, looking at her with a loving stare.

“Mom!”

She jumped up and screamed out to her, a mix of excitement and other feelings coursing through her.