Chapter 3
CHAPTER III: THE BEGINNING OF WAR
Outside, Vivian surfaced from the swimming pool coughing violently.
Her elegant gown, soaked with water, dragged heavily behind her as she struggled toward the edge.
Pain burned through her abdomen.
But physical suffering meant nothing compared to what she had just witnessed.
Jonathan…
The man who had always treated her with distant politeness…
Was now holding another woman with complete devotion.
Hatred consumed her.
Inside the mansion, Jonathan’s voice echoed through every hallway.
“Samuel!”
“Margaret!”
Within seconds, longtime employees rushed into the drawing room.
Samuel, Jonathan’s trusted driver, froze at the sight.
Margaret, the family’s housekeeper of twenty years, covered her mouth in horror.
“Sir…”
“What happened?”
Jonathan answered without looking away from Emily.
“Call Dr. Harrison immediately.”
“Use his private number.”
“I want the emergency surgical team ready before we arrive.”
“If anyone speaks about tonight…”
His expression hardened.
“They’ll never work in this city again.”
Samuel nodded instantly before sprinting away.
Margaret hurried to bring clean towels and warm water.
Emily weakly gripped Jonathan’s jacket.
“It hurts…”
“I’m afraid…”
Jonathan brushed the hair away from her face.
“Don’t talk.”
“I’m here.”
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“And I promise…”
“Vivian Ashford has just destroyed her own future.”
