Chapter 2

Half an hour later, the young aide who had been slapped walked out, her eyes red-rimmed.

It looked like she was going to take out the trash. I stopped her in a secluded spot.

“I saw what just happened.”

“You’re just an aide, not her slave. What right did that woman have to hit you?”

I offered her a tissue, keeping my voice as gentle as possible.

She jumped, looking at me warily, hesitant to take the tissue.

The aide, of course, knew who I was.

I took a thick wad of cash from my bag, about five thousand dollars, and pressed it into her hand.

“Don’t be scared. I just want to know the truth. What’s going on with Vivian?”

“How long has she been awake? Whose baby is it?”

“If you tell me the truth, I’ll give you more money and help you find a good job.”

The young aide looked at the money in her hand, then hesitated before speaking.

“Ms. Chen, even if you didn’t give me money, I’d still tell you. Because that vile pair is truly despicable!”

“Vivian was never in a coma. She was never a vegetable!”

“Your husband bribed the doctors and nurses here to put on a show for you.”

“The baby must be your husband’s. As soon as Mr. Blake arrives, they lock the door and do shameless things.”

“That woman’s screams make the stray cats outside restless.”

“They’re even plotting against you.”

“Plotting what?”

I forced down my rage and continued to ask.

“They said once you died, all your family’s assets would be theirs… and that they were going to drug you…”

Drug me?

I immediately thought of the nutritional supplements I drank every night.

It wasn't just betrayal; this scoundrel was trying to murder me for my money!

I composed myself, then transferred another thirty thousand dollars to the aide’s phone.

“Wait here. I’m going to buy some hidden cameras.”

“When I get back, you’ll install them in Vivian’s room.”

“From now on, you’re my insider!”

After arranging for my spy, I went to the hospital for a comprehensive medical check-up.

A few days later, I received some candid videos from my insider.

Vivian, in a nearly transparent silk nightgown, was coiled around Blake like a seductive vine.

“When is that wretched woman Zara going to die already? My belly is getting bigger by the day, I can’t wait much longer.”

“I don’t want my child to be a bastard. I’m sick of pretending to be a vegetable; I want to go hit up clubs and dance.”

Blake chuckled lewdly, caressing Vivian’s stomach to comfort her.

“Don’t rush, sweetheart. She’s been drinking the tonic; the poison will slowly kill her. It’s just taking time.”

“We have to take it slow, can’t use too much poison, or there might be suspicious symptoms after she dies.”

“Slowly killing her won’t leave any traces. Otherwise, if the bitch dies, and we get caught and thrown in jail, it would all be for nothing, wouldn’t it?”

“Just be patient, everything at home will be ours sooner or later!”

Vivian seemed convinced but continued to playfully complain.

“But you’re not allowed to sleep with her! And you’re definitely not allowed to get her pregnant!”

“Hahaha, darling! Don’t be angry!”

“You’re the only one I truly love. Everything with Zara is just an act. To me, she’s not even a bed partner; she’s just an inflatable doll.”

“The tonic I give her isn’t just slow-acting poison, it’s also a contraceptive!”

Vivian looked even happier.

“Hehe, that’s good!”

“Honey, we haven’t been intimate in days. I want you.”

“I’ve noticed since I got pregnant, my desires are even stronger.”

She said, reaching out to flirt, but Blake stopped her with a hand.

“The doctor said the first three months are unstable; we can’t actually do anything.”

“Hehe, I have other ways…”

I didn’t need to watch the rest of the video.

Rage erupted like a volcano, scorching my insides.

But I remained calm.

Anger solves nothing; revenge is the top priority!

At that moment, my hospital check-up report from a few days ago also came back.

Sure enough, it detected traces of slow-acting poison.

However, the dosage was small and hadn't caused any substantial harm.

I saved the video, then drove to the most expensive cemetery in the city, Sunset Ridge.

Others wanted comfortable burial plots.

But I only asked if there were any uncomfortable ones.

“Something that won’t let the deceased’s soul rest in peace, even after death?”

The cemetery manager naturally said no.

“All our plots here are peaceful. Why would we have something like that?”

I handed him a fifty thousand dollar tip, and suddenly, he found one.

“Ms. Chen, plot number 863 was previously a restroom and even a slaughterhouse. It’s the most ominous of them all.”

“Can it fit three people?”

“It can!”

After signing the contract, I felt refreshed.

Blake!

Vivian!

And that illegitimate child you conceived through deceit and betrayal!

I’ve even chosen your final resting place for you.

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