Chapter 59: Someone Was Killed

On the floor tiles of the living room, glass cups were shattered all over the place. Vivian Hale's hand was still clutching a shard of glass deathly tight, her body trembling as she curled herself into the corner. Meanwhile, the man collapsed on the floor was covered in blood, long since unconscious.

Adrian Cross's eyes widened. Vivian Hale killed someone?

Silas Vance's heart, however, contracted violently, as though an invisible massive hand was throttling it deathly tight, leaving him in too much pain to breathe. The man stepped forward stride by stride, lowering his head to deliver a vicious kick to Ian, before bending his waist down right before Vivian to draw her into his embrace.

"It's fine, do not fear. Everything is perfectly fine now."

The familiar cedar fragrance enveloped her completely. Perceiving the warmth of the embrace, Vivian slowly recovered her sanity from a state of intense terror, the glass shard in her hand dropping onto the floor with a loud clatter. Her body was still trembling violently, her voice frantic: "Is... is he dead? I stabbed him to death, didn't I?"

Moments ago under a state of utter desperation, Vivian had used a sudden flash of quick wit to kick the glass cups on the coffee table onto the floor, before scooping up a piece and plunging it straight into Ian's chest without a single fraction of thought. At that time, there was absolute zero time for her to think further. But right now having snapped back to clarity, she realized that was a lethal area. The mere thought of this caused a wave of terror to virtually engulf her form.

"It's fine, do not worry..." Silas gently cupped her face, using an unprecedentedly gentle cadence to console her, "I confirmed it just now, his heart is still beating. He merely fainted, and I will have personnel handle it immediately. I'll take you home, alright?"

The man's words exerted a massive stabilizing effect onto her form, her emotions calming down in a wondrous manner as she nodded her head submissively. Therefore in the very next heartbeat, Silas lifted her in a horizontal embrace to walk straight outside.

When passing by the entrance, Vivian only just noticed Adrian standing there with a frozen expression. Recalling the words she had heard when he marched inside moments ago, alongside the commotion outside the door... So, the person standing on the outside from the very beginning was actually Adrian Cross? He had glaringly heard her calls for salvation, yet he chose to look upon it with total disregard, not only refusing to save her, but even desiring for her to be ravaged by another person?

At this exact millisecond, Vivian suddenly felt that every shred of her past sincerity had been fed straight to dogs. Just how blind had she been to actually look upon him with favor back then! If she could return to three years ago, she would rather go to her death than ever marry his person again.

In the end, Adrian could only watch with wide eyes as Vivian was taken away by another man. His expression was thoroughly filled with vexation and absolute regret. If he had known ahead of schedule that Silas Vance would arrive, perhaps he ought to have taken a step ahead to save the person himself. That way Vivian might still have been grateful toward his form, remembering this slice of affection to make her soften her stance.

Why on earth did it turn out this way! A single wrong step led to every single step being wrong. He appeared to be missing the absolute most critical junction at every single turn. Clearly possessing the exact identical face, further being twin brothers, why on earth did the Heavens show this unmitigated favoritism toward Silas Vance! He was entirely unreconciled!

...

Silas brought Vivian all the way back to his own residence, depositing her onto the sofa with absolute care. When he intended to rise his body up, his clothes were caught deathly tight by Vivian, the look in her eyes completely filled with pleading: "Do not leave!"

Even when learning of Adrian's betrayal, she had never once displayed a vulnerable expression of this caliber. Silas felt a wave of intense heartache as he patted her head, "I won't leave. I am merely heading to the kitchen to pour a cup of warm water for your benefit, your voice is thoroughly hoarse."

"I don't want to drink water." Vivian, however, shook her head continuously, exactly like a person on the absolute verge of drowning, grasping onto her very last saving straw.

"Fine, fine, I won't go. I'll stay with you." Silas could far from withstand this at all. Hurriedly seating himself by her side, he drew her tightly straight into his embrace. Listening to his steady and powerful heartbeat granted her an immense sensation of absolute safety.

"My apologies, it was I myself who failed to protect you meticulously." The man's low baritone rang out above her head, carrying unmaskable apology, "I glaringly stated that I wouldn't permit you to suffer harm. It is my own fault; it was I who dismissed him, which caused him to leap over the wall like a desperate dog..."

He was delivering an apology to her form? But worldly events were difficult to anticipate, who on earth could calculate just how greedy and criminal human nature could turn. He was far from a god, how could he possibly keep every single matter perfectly flawless.

"It was I myself who lacked a sufficient defensive guard. I ought to have cast a glance through the peephole ahead of schedule." Vivian’s voice was hoarse, her cadence still carrying heavy worry: "If he dies this time, then I will turn into a murderer..."

Then what on earth should the baby inside her abdomen do? Could it be that the exact millisecond it was born, it would lack anyone to look after it, and even have to be saddled with a mother who committed a crime? The mere thought of this filled her heart with absolute unease.

She extended her hand to cover her abdomen. Clearly her body and mind had experienced such a violent ripple moments ago, and she had also deployed a flurry of kicks and stomps, yet it appeared to have exerted absolute zero impact. Her heart fell into a fluster, and she suddenly suffered an impulse to confess.

"Silas, in truth..."

Yet just as her words arrived at the absolute tip of her tongue, Silas's phone resting on one side abruptly echoed. It was a call placed from his assistant, Jonathan.

"Boss, Ian has already been saved through emergency treatment. The glass wasn't plunged exceptionally deep, it was merely that the blood flow was relatively massive. Currently he remains in a comatose state, and has already been transferred to a police-cooperating hospital under the watch of several officers. The exact millisecond his physical form recovers, he will be sent directly to detention."

Vivian’s twin eyes widened slowly, the massive boulder nestled onto her heart finally loosening down.

"Remember, retain the absolute finest attorney, make certain he serves time until the absolute end of his days," Silas instructed right after.

"I will go make the arrangements immediately."

Hanging up the phone, Silas turned his head to look toward her, teasing: "You heard it, didn't you? You ought to have plunged it a fraction deeper, letting him lie down for a half-year to suffer a heavy trace of torment before sending him inside."

Vivian was instantly left somewhat intertwined between a laugh and tears. That type of terror and suffocating frustration gradually dissipated completely.

Reclaiming her total calmness, she only just perceived how embarrassing her form had been moments ago. Clutching another person without releasing her grip, and nearly cascading into a wail—it truly was far too useless.

"Today, I truly offer you a word of thanks." If Silas hadn't come rushing over and the time had dragged out long, there was zero telling what sort of a situation she would be confronting right now.

"It was you yourself who was relatively agile. Facing a dangerous situation of that magnitude, you still knew to place an emergency phone call to my face."

Vivian was startled. Pulling her phone out to inspect it, she actually discovered that the emergency number had indeed been dialed to Silas Vance. In reality, she had been entirely relying onto her sheer luck back then. Never anticipating that through a freak combination of factors, she had still dialed his person.

Vivian reflected on how she had displayed that type of an attitude toward him this morning, yet he had conversely rushed over to save her form without a single fraction of hesitation; the more she pondered it, the more guilty her heart felt. She intended to utter a few words, yet the man's reassuring voice rang out once more, "In truth, the person you ought to thank happens to be your own self."

His profoundly deep gaze landed onto her form, the unmitigated appreciation within his eyes completely straight and open: "It was your own brave counterattack that resolved the individual harming your form. You are far more incredible than I imagined."

Vivian's heart suffered a powerful touch. Absolutely no one had ever praised her form this way before. The rims of her eyes felt somewhat sour, somewhat at a loss as to how to return a response.

Right at this exact millisecond, Silas took another step forward to encircle her shoulders, speaking with absolute care: "However, to completely avoid encountering danger next time, reside here with total peace of mind! Possessing a man around can also come in handy at critical moments, can't it?"

Her heart structure hesitated, still somewhat worried regarding the baby's matter. Yet right at this exact millisecond, a sudden call displayed onto her phone screen.