Chapter 179 Violet’s Complete Disappointment

Chapter 179 Violet’s Complete Disappointment

With Adrian's sudden appearance, a chill ran down the Wells family's spines.

Quinn's eyes flashed with panic, but she quickly put on an innocent look and stepped forward. "Adrian, what are you doing here?"

Adrian didn't answer her. His gaze moved past Quinn and landed on Violet.

Violet stood by the coffee table, clutching some papers. Her eyes were filled with barely contained anger. She didn't look at him, keeping her stare fixed on Elsie. "Adrian, you're here just in time. Seven years ago, the Wells family drugged me that night. They took money from someone and tried to send me to an old man's bed."

Violet shoved the papers toward Adrian, her teeth clenched. "See for yourself. The account that received the money belongs to Elsie!"

At that moment, she was desperate to tear off the Wells family's fake, ugly mask right in front of Adrian.

Adrian took the papers and scanned them quickly. The dates, amounts, and linked accounts were all clear.

The living room went quiet for a few seconds.

Adrian looked up from the papers at Violet, his eyes full of guilt. Violet read his meaning in that look, but she still asked nervously, "Adrian, did you already know..."

Quinn saw that Adrian wasn't speaking up, so she grabbed his arm, her eyes filling with tears. "Adrian, my dad had no choice back then. He really knows he was wrong..."

The next second, Robert started slapping himself hard across the face again. "It's me. I really deserve to die. But if I didn't do it, the loan sharks would've killed us all."

"Violet, I was just desperate back then. That rich man really liked you. If you got with him, the Reed family could've risen too. I'm your father—how could I ever hurt you?" Robert said, sounding like he was trying to reason with her.

At the same time, Elsie started acting uncomfortable again, slumping on the sofa and pretending to feel sick.

The Wells family looked so pitiful that it made everything Violet did seem like she was just being pushy and unreasonable.

Adrian looked down at Quinn, his eyes still full of pity. Then he said to Violet, "Violet, it's been seven years. Uncle Robert just made a mistake back then..."

"Adrian!" Violet stared at him in disbelief, her voice starting to shake. "So you knew all along."

In that moment, Violet's world completely collapsed. All the pain and bitterness from the past seven years came rushing back, and her heart went numb again.

Adrian looked up at her. "Violet, I..."

Violet took a step forward, staring straight at him, her eyes red. "You knew everything, but you chose to forgive them."

She let out a cold, bitter laugh. "Adrian, if I were the one who messed up, would you forgive me?"

Adrian didn't answer, but his silence said enough.

The living room fell dead silent.

Violet slammed the rest of the papers onto the coffee table. They scattered everywhere with a loud rustle.

"Adrian, you forgave Robert, you forgave Elsie—you let them off without even asking me. What do all the things I went through even mean to you?" Violet was furious now, shouting hysterically.

Adrian spoke, his voice a little hoarse. "I just thought it was already seven years ago. Making a big deal out of it wouldn't help anyone. Uncle Robert already admitted his mistake, and Elsie's health isn't good right now."

As soon as he finished, Elsie suddenly clutched her chest on the sofa, her face turning pale as she gasped for air. "I... I feel so tight in my chest..."

Quinn rushed over to hold her up and looked at Adrian anxiously. "Adrian, my mom's health still isn't great. The doctor said she can't handle any stress!"

Robert came over too, pleading with Adrian. "Let's get Elsie upstairs to rest first. We can talk about everything later."

The living room turned chaotic as Quinn and Robert helped Elsie upstairs. Elsie kept letting out weak coughs as she went, her acting perfect and her timing just right.

Adrian stood where he was, watching the three of them go up the stairs. He didn't follow, but he didn't stop them either.

Violet watched the scene like it was some ridiculous play. She thought the whole thing was completely absurd. From start to finish, she was the only one acting like a crazy person.

Adrian would always side with the Wells family. He would always protect Quinn.

After the pain faded, Violet felt an extreme sense of calm. She called his name softly. "Adrian."

Adrian turned to look at her, his eyes complicated. "Violet, I can explain."

Violet shook her head. "No need."

Adrian froze.

"Adrian, I already signed the divorce papers a long time ago," Violet said quietly. "I don't want to wait anymore."

"I hope you and Ms. Quinn have a happy life together."

With that, she turned and walked toward the door.

Adrian reached out to grab her wrist, but his fingers only brushed her sleeve before she pulled away.

"Violet," he called after her.

She didn't turn around. She opened the door and walked out.

The night wind from outside blew in. Adrian stood in the middle of the empty living room, the scattered papers spread out at his feet. He glanced down at the evidence, then looked toward the direction Violet had gone. His lips moved, but nothing came out.

Adrian stood there for a long time until Quinn came back with an update.

"Adrian, Mom took her medicine and went to sleep. You don't have to worry. Sorry about today—it put you in a tough spot."

Adrian didn't stay any longer. He left.

Once he got in the car, he didn't start the engine right away. He leaned back in the seat and closed his eyes for a moment. All he could see was Violet's determined back as she walked away.

He realized her red eyes had made him feel sorry for her, but he already had Quinn.

Adrian was stuck. Years ago, he'd fallen for Quinn at first sight. She'd stayed with him all this time without complaint. For the sake of fairness, he had to give her a proper title.

He'd thought he felt nothing for Violet, but now he was hesitating—especially about the divorce.

He started the car and drove off into the night.

As he passed one street, he slowed down.

Through the window, he saw Violet standing by the side of the road in a thin jacket, her figure stretched long under the streetlights in the spring night wind.

Adrian's hands tightened slightly on the steering wheel. He wanted to stop, get out, walk over to her, and explain everything. But in the end, he didn't move.

The light turned green, and the car behind him honked. He stepped on the gas and drove past her. In the rearview mirror, her figure grew smaller and smaller until it disappeared into the night.