Chapter 512 Waiting for Eileen to Die
"When did this happen?"
"It just happened, right in front of the police station."
"Did Sean do it?"
"Sean was inside the police station. The girl was hit by a car when she came out and was crossing the street."
Thalia's eyes turned cold, her hands clenched tightly at her sides.
After all, it was Sean's doing—clean, efficient, and executed so that he stayed completely uninvolved.
She would remember this grudge. I
n the study, Thalia stood by the desk in her pajamas, picking up a pen and twirling it thoughtfully.
A cold, lethal aura filled the room.
After a pause, she lifted the pen and carefully wrote a name on the paper.
William stood in the doorway, not stepping inside. From the handwriting alone, he could tell it was Sean's name.
The next day, scandals erupted across Regal City. News that Sean, the eldest son of the Jimenez family, was having an affair spread like wildfire, and videos were leaked online.
Sean assumed the matter would soon blow over, never expecting that Thalia had no such intention.
With Christmas approaching and work performance being crucial, the news broke like a fire at his doorstep.
Sean caught the early morning flight out of Emerald City before dawn, leaving Bella behind.
Meanwhile, in Regal City, Dione came downstairs in her morning dressed in her robe, Dione saw her daughter watching the scandal on her iPad, with occasional inappropriate sounds coming from it.
She scolded her disapprovingly, and the girl handed over the iPad. "Mom, Sean's having an affair."
"Look."
In 2018, Dione was over fifty, yet still elegant and dignified.
She was well aware of the schemes of wealthy families and the hidden scandals of their lives. When Sean's news broke, she immediately knew it was no accident.
Recalling Sean's recent time in Emerald City, she had someone fetch her phone from upstairs and called Jacob.
"It's the work of Ms. Smith and Mr. Brown."
"Why?" Dione asked, puzzled. Wasn't William aligned with the Jimenez family?
Jacob, equally confused, replied, "It's not clear yet."
Allies attacking each other?
"Make the arrangements. I'm going to Emerald City to see Steven."
"Mom, I want to come too."
Dione had always doted on her youngest daughter, granted nearly all her wishes. Seeing how well-behaved her daughter was, she nodded.
At four in the afternoon, the doorbell of the Jimenez family home in Emerald City rang. Bella opened the door and was slightly stunned to see Dione standing there.
She nervously called out, "Auntie."
"Who is it?"
Inside, Eileen asked firmly.
Bella stepped aside, allowing Dione to walk straight in.
"What are you doing here?"
"Haven't seen you in a while. I came to check if you're doing well."
"I don't need your false concern."
"Stefan, see her out."
Dione's expression remained calm, every inch the noble lady. "Who dares ask me to leave?"
Unlike Eileen's tense demeanor, Dione appeared relaxed and composed, her nobility evident.
"Why do you get so worked up every time you see me? After all these years, at your age, things have changed. You should face reality!"
"How dare you! No matter what, I am still your mother, and even in death, I remain the woman your father legally married. "Is it your place to speak to me like this?"
"As a homewrecker who used illegal means to drive the rightful wife to her death—is that something to be proud of?" Dione spoke as she slowly sat down, her gaze fixed on Eileen.
Bella stood in the entrance hall, listening to the exchange, feeling a deep sense of awe toward Dione. This woman had clawed her way out of the Jimenez family's swamp and managed to strike back—proof enough of her ruthless methods. It had taken her thirty years to walk this path, leaving bloodied and returning with a deadly resolve. No one knew the toll that journey had exacted.
Outside in the yard, a car window rolled down, revealing a delicate, pretty face. The girl looked very young, her blonde hair cascading down her back, her white dress gave her a fresh, innocent look.
Compared to William's sharp, striking features, the two hardly seemed like they shared the same mother.
A carefully raised child and one abandoned in childhood turn out very differently.
"You really think William will become your weapon? Dream on!" Dione tossed a stack of photos at Eileen.
Eileen’s eyes widened instantly when she saw them. She snatched the photos from the table, and upon seeing the person lying in the hospital bed, she could barely speak. "What have you done to him?"
"Nothing much—just turned all the methods you once used on me back on him."
"Dione, how dare you…"
How could she be so cruel to her own son?
"You'll get what's coming to you!"
"You're still alive—what do I have to fear?" Dione scoffed, rising slowly and looking down at Eileen.
"Killing you would be easy, but I want you to suffer. You love power and reputation, don’t you? What if all of it came to nothing?"
"You…"
"You…"
"Someone, help…" Just as Dione left, Eileen collapsed onto the sofa, clutching her chest and gasping violently.
Her wrinkled fingers dug into the fabric of sofa as she struggled to get up, trying to reach her bedroom for medicine.
"Someone…" Her hoarse, labored voice sounded like a final cry before death.
"Someone…"
At the entrance, Bella stood frozen, listening to the strained sounds and fragmented cries for help coming from inside, her face showed no emotion whatsoever.
Items from the coffee table tumbled to the floor with loud crashes. If anyone had been in the house, they would surely have heard the commotion, but Bella had already sent everyone away.
Only she remained, waiting for Eileen’s death.
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That evening, Thalia was applying makeup in the company dressing room when she noticed her phone ringing on the table. She glanced at Isla, who had wisely cleared everyone out.
"I've done what you asked."
"The video?"
"Sent it to you."
Thalia hung up and opened the video on her phone.
In the video, the confrontation between Dione and Eileen lasted only about ten minutes, but every word Dione spoke struck Eileen's vulnerabilities with surgical precision.
Indeed, Dione knew exactly how to break her.