My Final Business Deal with My Husband: Our Divorce Novel - Chapter 53

Chapter 5 Charles crouched in front of her, locking her eyes. His voice was colder than ice. "Diana told me everything. You poured soapy water on the stairs, and that's why Evan fell-cracked his head open. He's still unconscious! Vivian, you've been putting on a great act these past few days. If you didn't want to take care of them, you could've said so. But going after my son? That's a line you should've never crossed." A stabbing pain pierced Vivian Bennett's chest. "I didn't..." But Charles didn't want to hear it. He rose to his feet, leaving her with the cold, sharp line of his back.

"Someone take her to the isolation room. She stays there until Evan wakes up." The Foster Estate's isolation room was in the basement level. A two-square-meter brick cell-barely large enough to stand in, let alone lie down. "No... don't!" Vivian's tears poured out. "Charles, it wasn't me! I was in the backyard looking for something! You can't just pin this on me!" Charles paused for a second but never turned around.

"I only believe one thing-my son's mother wouldn't lie to me." As despair filled Vivian's eyes, Charles got into the car and said softly, "Drive to the hospital," At the same moment, two bodyguards rushed in, slammed her to the ground, and dragged her toward the basement. At that moment, Vivian suddenly remembered-just after they married, she'd once casually mentioned how beautiful champagne roses were. The very next day, Charles had airlifted in the finest breed and planted them across the entire garden. Tears had welled up in her eyes back then. Chapter 5 39.55% "Mr. Foster...

why are you so good to me?" Charles had wrapped his arms around her from behind, the safest harbor in the world. "They're your roses. And you... you're mine. Be good. From now on, call me husband." But now, those same roses, stained with her blood, were being trampled without hesitation by his bodyguards. Just like their marriage-left to rot away in the filth. Vivian had no idea how many days passed. She only knew she was starving to the point of delirium. Leaning against the cold iron door, she weakly knocked again and again. "Let me out..." "Charles... please...

I need food..." At last, a guard's voice came through. "Miss Schuyler says if you apologize to the young master, she'll sneak you something to eat." Vivian was on the brink of starvation. She didn't care anymore. Curling up on the floor, she forced herself to say every word clear. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have hurt Evan. I was wrong!" The next second, a blinding light spilled through the cracked door. Vivian instinctively shielded her eyes-and suddenly, several snakes were hurled onto her! She let out a bloodcurdling scream. "Aaaah! Snakes! Let me out!