CHAPTER 296: CHAPTER 296: DO YOU WANT ME TO CUT OPEN MY STOMACH TO SHOW YOU?

He was wrong.

He thought there was nothing he couldn’t bear anymore.

But the truth inside the safe was like a tidal wave, overwhelming him and dragging him into the unfathomable depths of the ocean.

Julian Lawson laughed, exerting force with his hand, fingertips piercing his palm, blood seeping through and staining the paper red.

He did all this for such a foolish and ridiculous lie...

Divorce, accidentally killing their child, utterly hurting Serena... ruining everything he once had.

Julian’s eyes were frighteningly red, still laughing, his voice mocking and desolate.

The assistant watching from the side was a bit scared.

"President Lawson?" the assistant asked worriedly, "What’s wrong? Is there a problem? Shall I get Secretary Chaucer over here?"

The next moment, Julian looked at the assistant, and in his bloodshot eyes, there was hate.

Meanwhile, on the other side.

Vivian’s Floral Studio was almost overrun.

Swarms of people surged in.

Countless questions, accusations, screams, and roars.

Vera Hansen finally reacted, instinctively looking at Connor Goldsmith in the crowd, wanting to turn everything around.

But Connor had already been swallowed by the crowd, pushed around, and nowhere to be seen.

In front of Vera, there was only Serena.

"You..." Vera immediately spoke.

"Want to say it’s fake?" Serena had already preemptively spoken Vera’s answer.

She looked at Vera, slightly stunned, but did not shy away from the malice in Vera’s eyes.

"Vera, since I can bring it out, I’ve already known everything, and I can prove it."

Serena’s voice wasn’t loud, very calm, but it was heard by everyone present.

For the first time, Vera felt afraid.

Did Julian also see it?

The next moment, Vera grabbed the documents on the table and tore them up directly.

"Now it’s gone!"

Vera blurted out what was on her mind, but then, seeing everyone’s gaze, she pursed her lips again, trying to confuse the situation.

Vera said, "A forgery is a forgery. Serena, how can you use this reason to frame me!"

Seeing Vera’s eyes constantly dodging, searching for something, Serena’s expression remained unchanged, she said, "Vera, I gave you the chance to atone."

"I don’t want your chance," Vera said loudly, "Serena, you’re slandering!"

Serena didn’t answer immediately, she looked at Vera, wanting to see how Vera would obscure everything this time.

"Just because of that accident in the hallway, you took such a drastic step!"

Suddenly, Vera picked up a pair of flower scissors from the side, crying, she said, "I don’t know how to prove myself, just like I’ve only eaten a bowl of noodles, am I supposed to cut open my stomach for you to see!"

"Serena, I swear, my illness is real!" Vera shouted, "If it’s fake, I’ll be hit by a car when I walk out!"

That was a cursed oath.

And it was made in front of everyone.

It made the online and offline audience hesitate and doubt.

Was there a reversal?

"No need for you to cut open your stomach, nor do you need to swear."

Serena’s voice was very calm, yet said words that sent Vera into a sense of hell.

She said, "You just need to get a physical check-up."

"Any hospital will do." Serena stated calmly, placing a simple solution before everyone, "If one hospital is inaccurate, go to two, if two aren’t enough, there are so many hospitals nationwide, globally, Vera, if you want to prove it, this is the simplest route."

Vera’s expression froze.

She opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but nothing came out.

Serena was still looking at her, her expression eerily calm.

She hadn’t said a single harsh word, yet every word seemed deafening.

Moments ago people had hesitated because of Vera’s public curse are now enlightened.

"That’s right, it’s easy to prove if someone is sick, you just need to get checked."—This was the common thought of everyone present.

Plus, Serena said any hospital would do.

This ruled out the possibility of Serena colluding with the hospital.

Since there are official institutions in the country that can perform inspections.

Vera stood there motionless, just staring viciously at Serena, who didn’t urge.

But Serena’s silent stare felt like a looming threat to Vera.

Vera felt that no matter how she struggled, she couldn’t shake Serena in front of her.

"Vera, maybe you should just go for the check-up." Someone nearby suggested, "Once the results are out, everything will be clear."

But this agitated Vera.

"I won’t!" Vera yelled, startling the person who had just spoken.

"Serena, who knows what scheme you’re plotting behind the scenes! I won’t fall into a trap of proving myself, I won’t go!"

"Serena, what exactly do you want to take from me!"

Even now, Vera is trying to cast dirt on Serena.

Serena slightly dropped her gaze, glancing at the shredded papers on the table.

She said, "What I want is only what’s rightfully mine."

Somehow, this sentence pierced Vera.

The people nearby began to discuss—"Feels like she’s just afraid to go, saying she won’t fall into a trap of proving oneself when Serena has already presented evidence."

All of this drove Vera mad.

"It’s all because of you!" Vera’s eyes turned bloodshot, glaring at Serena.

All the schemes Vera had painstakingly planned!

She used so much time and effort, yet every time was ruined by Serena!

She was about to succeed, she was about to become Mrs. Lawson, and it’s all Serena’s fault!

Serena is a stumbling block!

Serena said nothing, watching Vera.

The silent pause made Vera feel more pierced than if Serena had laughed at her loudly.

"Ah!"

Vera suddenly screamed, then she raised the scissors in her hand, viciously stabbing downward, aiming at Serena.

Everything happened in an instant.

There was only one table between the two, very close, and the crowd surged around them, bodyguards were busy fending off people trying to rush in, and reporters were carrying equipment, no one reacted.

And Vera’s sudden move made everyone scream.

No time.

"Serena!"

"Serena, look out!"

"Vera’s gone mad, what’s she trying to do!"

Vera moved with eyes full of hatred, amidst the crowd’s cries of alarm.

Not far away, Julian was already in a wheelchair, being pushed by his assistant as he rushed over, while watching the live broadcast.

Silas Hawthorne was also nearby, but as Vera suddenly acted up, he was trapped by the crowd, unable to get through.

Vera’s scissors stabbed down fiercely, with bliss in her eyes, as since whether or not she went for the check-up, the deception would be exposed, she might as well plunge a few scissors into Serena!

She wanted Serena dead!