Chapter 97 Her Son is Still Alive
Guided by Ambrose, Scarlett stepped into Wesley's room. The moment she crossed the threshold, her eyes immediately searched for him.
There he was—sitting on the floor, hair disheveled, face covered in blood. His white shirt was stained with crimson streaks. She'd never seen him in such a wretched state.
But it wasn't enough.
These were just surface wounds, while hers were internal—every single one inflicted by his betrayal.
She stood at a distance, eyes burning red, fists clenched so tight her nails bit into her palms. She fought the urge to march over and slap him senseless.
"That night—was it a scheme you planned with Brielle?"
Her voice came out cold as frost.
With the dark truth finally exposed, Wesley lost his usual self-righteous air. His shoulders sagged as he answered.
"No. However despicable I am, I would never do something that could humiliate my own wife."
Scarlett let out a bitter laugh through gritted teeth. "Like you haven't humiliated me enough already? Forcing me to drink with other men, even making it clear you wouldn't care if I slept with them—"
Wesley struggled to his feet, swaying unsteadily. "That was because you betrayed me first with someone else. Otherwise—"
"Otherwise what? Otherwise, you wouldn't have sold the baby in my belly for a hundred thousand dollars?"
Scarlett advanced on him step by deliberate step, radiating lethal intent.
"You just keep shattering every last shred of respect I had for you. You pinned all that adultery bullshit on me to cover up your own disgusting, twisted depravity!"
Each word dripped with fury. She closed the distance between them and her hand shot out, connecting with his face in a sharp crack that echoed through the room. Her voice tore from her throat in a raw scream.
"What did I ever do to you? Why did you have to scheme against me like this!"
Since learning the truth, she'd been holding back her emotions. But in this moment, the rage, resentment, and grief could no longer be contained.
"You and Brielle plotted this together. Karma's coming for both of you."
She screamed the words while her hand kept flying, slapping him again and again until her palm went numb. Ambrose, worried she might completely lose control, stepped forward and pulled her into his arms, patting her back soothingly.
"Let the guys downstairs handle him. You'll just hurt your hand."
His low, husky voice carried an inadvertent gentleness. Scarlett snapped back to reality, gasping for air in huge gulps. She looked up at him, unable to form words.
Ambrose drew her closer, his hand moving in steady circles across her back as if comforting the world's most precious treasure.
Wesley, knocked to the floor by Scarlett's assault, watched the scene unfold. It felt like a steel needle had been driven straight through his eye—the pain so intense he couldn't keep them open.
She had another man's protection now. Whatever had been between them was truly over. No possibility left. His head dropped in defeat.
In Ambrose's embrace, Scarlett gradually calmed down. Then she heard him say, "Ask him what you really need to know. Everything else can wait."
Scarlett's mind cleared. Right—the most important thing was finding out where the child was.
She took a deep breath, reining in her emotions, and pulled away from his embrace. Walking back to Wesley, she crouched down and locked eyes with him.
"Where did they take that baby?"
Wesley, who had been staring at the floor, lifted his gaze to meet hers. Seeing the hope flickering in her eyes, he hardened his heart before speaking.
"After Brielle took the baby, she didn't tell me. I didn't care enough to ask."
"At this point, you think you can still hide it?" Scarlett didn't believe him.
Wesley let out a hollow laugh. "Like you said—at this point, what reason would I have to lie?"
Scarlett studied every micro-expression on his face. Wesley was a skilled liar—even when his performance seemed genuine, she couldn't trust it completely. Suddenly, an idea struck her. She dangled bait.
"Just tell me where the child is, and I'll give up my forty percent stake in the Ross Group."
"Even if you want to bankrupt the Ross Group entirely, I still don't know where that kid is. When Brielle took the baby, she never told me anything about where they went."
Wesley stared at her with his swollen, blackened eyes, his expression suggesting he wasn't lying.
"Tell me everything that happened back then." Scarlett's voice rose to a roar.
Wesley lowered his head, silent for several seconds before speaking.
"At first, when you got pregnant, I was planning to make you get rid of it. But somehow Brielle found out you were pregnant—and that the baby wasn't mine. She came to me with an offer: a hundred thousand dollars if I'd let you carry to term and hand over the baby. The Ross Group was on the brink of collapse then. I couldn't borrow money anywhere. I was... possessed. I agreed. Later, when you gave birth to twins, I gave her the boy and kept the girl for you."
Hearing this, Scarlett grabbed his collar again in a fresh wave of fury, her eyes nearly splitting with rage.
"So you lied to me that the boy died?"
"It was the only way to keep you from finding out. After I gave her the baby, she left Silverlight City. I never contacted her again. As for that child, I don't know where he ended up."
She shoved him backward violently. "Wesley, I swear I'll make you pay for this."
With that, Scarlett stood and strode toward the door. She needed to find Brielle now. She had to ask Brielle where her son was.
Her son had been alive back then—which meant he must still be alive now. She would find him.
Ambrose followed her out. Once they were in the hallway, she grabbed his arm urgently.
"Take me to Brielle."
Ambrose nodded, then turned and took her hand, his thumb gently caressing her fingertips—trying to ease her taut nerves.
"I'll take you to her now."
Brielle's room was right next door, just steps away. They entered to find Brielle huddled in a corner, head tilted up toward the doorway.
Seeing Scarlett and Ambrose walk in, her pupils contracted sharply. Panic and terror crossed her face as she tried to shrink further into the corner. Scarlett crossed the room in quick strides, grabbed her by the collar, and yanked her out from where she'd been cowering.
"Talk. Where did you take that child?" Scarlett's voice came out in a low growl.
Brielle stared at her blankly, then suddenly began laughing—a strange, unsettling sound.
"Dead. He's dead."
"If you won't talk, I'll have them bring your mother here. Let her get a taste of what interrogation feels like."
Scarlett's voice turned sinister, as the Grim Reaper pushed past its limits.
"Scarlett, you wouldn't dare!" Brielle immediately roared.
Brielle was cruel, but she had one weakness—she loved Tatum. Having depended on her mother since childhood, her attachment ran deep.
Scarlett had found her pressure point. She stared down at Brielle with cold calculation.
"What wouldn't I dare? You went after my son. I'll go after your mother. An eye for an eye."
With that, Scarlett stood as if to leave. Brielle frantically grabbed at her pant leg, words tumbling out.
"The baby died. I buried him. I swear it's true."
Scarlett froze in place. The hope that had just begun to bloom was strangled into nothing by Brielle's words. Her eyes went vacant, unblinking as she stared down at Brielle's pathetic form, lost in a daze.
"Looks like you still haven't learned your lesson."
A voice filled with murderous intent cut through the room. Brielle's gaze shifted sideways to find Ambrose fixing her with a look of barely contained violence.
"Wesley already spilled everything. Seems I'll actually have to do something drastic before you'll tell the truth."
The killing intent in Ambrose's voice was palpable. He turned toward Chase at the door.
"Go bring Tatum here."
"No! Don't! I'll talk!" Brielle cried out desperately.