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Chapter 30: Deadly Revelations

Chapter 30: Deadly Revelations

(Olivia's POV)

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Winters. We've done all we could"

Dr. Fletcher's words hit me like a physical blow. My legs weakened beneath me,

and I swayed unsteadily on my feet. If not for Lucas Blackwood's steadying hand on my shoulder, I might have collapsed right there in the hospital corridor.

Am

you Mrs.

Mrs. Winters?" Dr. Fletcher asked, his voice softening as he took in my devastated expression.

"Yes," I managed to whisper, my voice barely audible. I felt drained of all energy, hollow inside

The truth about my daughter's death had been within my grasp. Now the only witness was dying, taking his testimony with him to the grave.

"He's asking for you," Dr. Fletcher said unexpectedly

My head snapped up. "What?"

"Roland Warner. He regained consciousness briefly and asked to speak with you. He was quite insistent."

"He's alive?" I could hardly believe it. "Can I see him?"

Dr. Fletcher nodded grimly. “Yes, but I must warn you-he doesn't have much time. Minutes at most"

I didn't wait to hear more. I stumbled toward the room he indicated, my heart pounding with desperate hope.

The medical staff had already left, giving Roland his final moments of privacy. The room was eerily quiet

except for the slowing beep of the heart monitor.

I rushed to Roland's side, leaning close. "Roland, I've transferred the one hundred thousand dollars to your account. Tell me, who was it?"

Roland's gaze was already unfocused, his eyes glassy with approaching death. His lips barely moved as he whispered, "It... it was your rival... Victoria... Frost..."

Hearing Victoria's name sent a chill through my entire body. My pupils constricted sharply as rage and vindication coursed through me simultaneously.

aware of his limited time. "Your daughter was rushed to the Medical Den for emergency treatment. The healers called my wife, asking

time, Victoria stopped her... She said her daughter Emma was also a match with my wife, and asked my wife to donate the kidney to her

trembled as I gripped the edge of

his voice growing weaker. "1 only found out a few days ago that my wife's kidney wasn't a match for

widened with the effort to communicate his final revelation. "Victoria didn't want to save her own daughter... She wanted

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with terror "This woman, she's no vicious... Not only did

"I merely blackmailed her for a bit

for it'

my arm tightened. "You... Don't

to the

leaf in the wind. Roland's words echoed in my mind, each revelation more horrifying

so obedient and sensible throughout her illness. If Victoria hadn't maliciously snatched the kidney donor, Lily could have lived. My daughter could have had a

Victoria!

more than to tear Victoria Frost

out of the room without a backward glance, ignoring Lucas's voice calling after me. The rain had

away from Rosewood Haven, where Victoria lived. Ethan had deliberately chosen that location for Emma's convenience, never mind that it had made Lily's treatment

ran through the downpour, each raindrop mingling with my tears of rage. In less than ten minutes, I

I must have looked like a vengeful

just a step away from the gate,

them. Ethan and Victoria had just returned from the banquet. In the rain, Ethan protectively

shoulders. The gesture was intimate, caring. Ethan looked down

scene was like a bucket of ice water poured over me, chilling

trust towards Victoria. The way he

Ethan now, he

Victoria killed Lily, Ethan would

was dead. If

laughed bitterly, my eyes filling with fresh sorrow. With

this moment

о

pounding against my already soaked body. I turned with difficulty,

daze.

pain piercing my heart. Lily... The thought of my daughter being deliberately killed by Victoria, yet my inability to do anything

My steps grew heavier, and the world around me became increasingly hazy. The combination of physical exhaustion, emotional trauma, and the cold

left.

body weakened, and I collapsed in the rain, the cold pavement against my cheek barely

consciousness.

arrived screeched to

the door open.