CHAPTER 447: HIDDEN TRUTH ABOUT VOILET AND TAYLOR’S RELATIONSHIP

For a while, she was blissfully happy—so much so that she nearly forgot their relationship had begun as a scheme.

But when Taylor’s affection deepened to the point of proposing marriage, those lurking in the shadows saw their opportunity.

Using her ailing mother as leverage, they forced Voilet to poison Taylor’s meals—slowly worsening his condition until he succumbed to illness without suspicion.

Torn between her love for Taylor and her mother’s life, she couldn’t bring herself to harm him.

Pretending to comply, she secretly swapped out the medication, buying time under their watchful eyes.

Yet secrets, like fire, can never stay wrapped in paper forever.

Taylor’s condition didn’t worsen as those people had anticipated.

On the contrary, with Voilet by his side, he showed signs of improvement.

This infuriated them.

In retaliation, they immediately cut off Voilet’s mother’s treatment, causing her previously improving health to take a sharp downturn.

Then, when Voilet came begging for help, they seized her and injected her with a newly developed poison.

They coldly informed her that the toxin would flare up every month, and the only way to obtain the antidote was to obey their orders.

Without timely treatment, she would endure agony worse than death.

Over time, the poison would corrode her organs, leading to gradual failure.

But by chance, Voilet discovered the truth—the poison they had given her was called "Gentle Grave."

Its true target wasn’t her, but Taylor.

They intended for the toxin to transfer to him through intimate contact.

Devastated, Voilet couldn’t bring herself to tell Taylor.

After all, her initial approach to him had never been pure.

Torn and helpless, she knew one thing for certain—she could never bring herself to harm him.

So, under the watchful eyes of her captors, she began deliberately pushing Taylor away, doing everything she knew he despised.

She wanted him to loathe her, to distance himself willingly.

That way, his heartbreak would be bearable, and her tormentors would deem her useless—finally setting her free.

But Taylor’s feelings for her ran far deeper than she had imagined.

No matter what she did, he chose to forgive her, always blaming himself and treating her even better.

Voilet was at her wit’s end.

In the end, she had to harden her heart and coldly break up with him, using the excuse that she had grown tired of their relationship.

At the same time, she secretly planned to go abroad to bring her mother back.

Yet before she could act, they found out.

They killed her mother outright, then captured her. Injecting her with a lethal overdose of poison, they left her writhing in unbearable agony.

Not long after, news reached them that Taylor was rushing to her rescue.

In their panic to flee, they made it clear to her: if she didn’t take this chance to pass the poison to Taylor, she would die soon from its effects.

Outside, the rain poured in torrents.

Taylor’s furious shouts pierced through the downpour.

Voilet didn’t dare answer—couldn’t answer.

Only when she heard the commotion of him collapsing and being hastily carried away by the butler did she finally allow herself to weep.

Utterly broken, she lay down in the bathtub.

After transferring all her savings to her closest friend, she slit her wrists.

Yet the massive blood loss, by some twist of fate, diluted the poison’s potency. ...

Nora gradually snapped out of her reverie, her hands clenched into tight fists at her sides.

Once Ace’s bone marrow transplant was completed, she’d have to find a way to tell Taylor everything.

No matter how much Voilet resented her for it.

She couldn’t bear to let Voilet shoulder all the misunderstandings and burdens alone anymore.

—— Country E. In front of an extravagantly luxurious hotel.

A Rolls-Royce Cullinan came to a smooth stop.

The doors opened, and two figures stepped out.

The woman wore a classic khaki single-breasted trench coat that accentuated her tall, slender frame.

The turned-up collar perfectly framed the graceful curve of her swan-like neck, drawing attention to the striking blue gemstone necklace resting against her pale skin.

Her narrow shoulders were held with poised elegance, and the cinched waist belt emphasized her impossibly slender waist.

A pair of sleek black sunglasses obscured most of her delicate, heart-shaped face, leaving only her crimson lips visible—a vivid contrast against her porcelain complexion.

Chestnut-brown curls cascaded loosely down her back, lending an air of effortless sophistication to her already striking presence.

Though her features remained partially hidden, no one who saw her could doubt she was nothing short of breathtaking.

The man standing beside her wore a matching trench coat over a crisply pressed black suit without a single wrinkle.

Though his outfit was simple, it accentuated his tall, lean frame and impeccable proportions.

His striking features—sharp brows and piercing eyes—were hidden behind sleek black sunglasses, leaving only his straight nose and thin, sculpted lips visible.

His refined bone structure looked as though it had been carved by the gods themselves, flawless in every way.

An aura of aloof elegance surrounded him, commanding attention without effort.

Just by standing there, he was impossible to ignore.

"Is this the place, Sinclair?"

Camilla gazed up at the towering skyscraper before them, her beautiful eyes narrowing slightly behind her dark lenses.

"Mhm."

Sinclair’s strong, slender arm wrapped around her slender waist, pulling her closer.

The royal family of Country E had adjusted their usual rules—previously exclusive to aristocratic families—to expand their overseas market.

Now, any influential family, domestic or international, could participate.

Today’s auction essentially served as an indirect way to verify financial standing.

Of course, if he wanted to attend a charity gala, he wouldn’t need to jump through such hoops.

Sinclair was only here to make Camilla happy.

"Let’s go in."

Their equally striking looks and demeanor drew numerous admiring glances.

Kai, who had been waiting at the entrance, spotted the couple effortlessly and immediately stepped forward to greet them.

"President Luther, Mrs. Luther."

Camilla studied the man, finding him oddly familiar.

His next words instantly cleared her confusion.

"President Taylor has already arrived," Kai said respectfully, his gaze fixed on Sinclair.

"I’ll escort you and Mrs. Luther to him now."

Taylor is here?

A flicker of surprise crossed Camilla’s eyes. Is it about Melissa and Vicente?

"Mm."

Sinclair wrapped an arm around Camilla’s slender waist as they strode into the hotel.

The moment they stepped inside, an opulent lobby unfolded before them.

The crystal chandelier hanging in the center of the grand hall exuded an air of opulent sophistication.

Uniformed staff moved briskly through the space, their crisp attire and efficient movements a clear testament to their rigorous training.

"President Luther, Mrs. Luther, the auction is being held on the eighth floor.