Chapter 421 Breaking Point


    Chapter 421 Breaking Point


    Ethan had truly cut Lilian off.


    Ever since he learned the truth about that car ident, even hearing her name filled him with revulsion.


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    Lilian couldn’t remember how she made it back to the Reed family estate.


    Exhausted and slumped in her wheelchair, she didn’t arrive until 3:30 a.m.


    Jonathan was still awake. As she passed his room, she heard him speaking on the phone.


    The door was open.


    When he <b>saw </b>Lilian, he ended the call immediately. The look in his eyes was distant–devoid of warmth.


    “Hey,” she said quietly, her voiceced with pain.


    The Reed family was falling apart. Everyone in the house was on edge, drowning in the same storm of uncertainty. But none more so than Lilian.


    When the family had thrived, she was the cherished daughter, pampered and adored.


    But now, in its ruin, splintered and exposed, she was nothing. With no blood ties to the family and Susan no longer shielding her, all she had left was Jonathan–and even that was fading.


    Jonathan’s voice was sharp. “Where did you go?”


    “I went to see Ethan,” she admitted, her tone fragile.


    “And what did he say?”


    “He… didn’t say much.”


    What he had said had left her suffocating. She didn’t even have the courage to repeat it.


    Jonathan understood the message loud and clear. If Ethan–who should have been the Reed family’s closest ally–refused to help, then Lilian must have truly crossed the line with that ident.


    “Get out of my sight,” Jonathan said, eyes shut, his voiceced with bitterness.


    Lilian’s heart skipped. “Jonathan…”


    “Out.”


    That single word–<i>out</i>–hit her like a hammer.


    It was over. She was truly finished.


    Without Susan, she had no foothold left in this family.


    Faced with Jonathan’s barely restrained rage, Lilian dared not push further. Silently, she wheeled herself away.


    Alone now, Jonathan clenched his phone, hands trembling.


    That crash… Lilian really had orchestrated it.


    Ste had nearly died. He remembered visiting her every day while shey unconscious in the hospital. He had loved her


    once.


    <i>So</i><i>… </i>when had <i>that </i><i>changed</i><i>? </i>


    When had he stopped loving his sister?


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    Chapter 421 Breaking Point


    Was it when Ste kept confronting Lilian? When she insisted on ountability for the crash?


    Between them, he had chosen Lilian–the one he had grown up with.


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    Far away in Falvaria.


    After calling Ste, Tessa went back downstairs to try Ss again from thendline.


    Still nothing.


    Ste was unreachable. Ss, too–useless in the middle of the night.


    Victor’s fever had already spiked to103 F. If it kept climbing, it’d be dangerous.


    Tessa waspletely frozen in panic.


    Back in the bedroom, she leaned over him. “Wake up… Victor, wake up.”


    He cracked one dazed eye open and looked at her–but only for a second before drifting off again.


    Tessa’s heart sank. <i>If </i><i>this </i><i>fever </i><i>doesn’t </i><i>break </i>soon<i>, </i><i>something </i><i>serious </i><i>is </i><i>going </i>to <i>happen</i>.


    “Aaagh-!” She could scream.


    If only she’d agreed to let Ste take her to the Dawson family when she had the chance.


    How scary could Evelyn be, really? She helped raise Ste. It couldn’t have been that bad.


    Besides, with such a big house, she and Evelyn might never have even crossed paths.


    But now… what was she supposed to do?


    She tried calling emergency services to send an ambnce–but she couldn’tmunicate properly in the localnguage.


    Didn’t I <i>study </i><i>this</i>? <i>I </i><i>swear </i><i>I </i><i>studied </i><i>this</i><i>! </i><i>Why is </i>it <i>all </i><i>useless </i><i>now</i>?


    With no time to waste, Tessa rushed to bring warm water for physical cooling.


    She started with his face, then moved to his neck.


    But the cloth only covered so much. The fever didn’t drop fast enough–and whatever progress she made was short–lived.


    The heat returned within minutes.


    She had no choice but to increase the coverage.


    Lifting the nket and carefully untying his robe, she averted her gaze, refusing to look at Victor’s body.


    She ran the warm towel over his chest and sides with quick, nervous motions.


    “Mm…” he groaned low in his throat.