Vespera suddenly looked up. She never thought Brielle would dare appear so boldly in her daughter’s hospital room.
Seeing her daughter’s reddened face and remembering how Draven had just coldly told the doctor to give up resuscitation, Vespera immediately stood up.
“What are you doing here? Get out of here right now!”
Draven laughed dismissively.
“Why aren’t you keeping up that Mrs. Vaughn posture anymore? Why didn’t you suppress the news about Brielle and me this time? Haven’t I compensated you? Are you still dissatisfied?”
While speaking, he pulled Brielle into his arms and kissed her deeply.
Vespera quickly moved to stand in front of her daughter, fearing she might suddenly see this scene.
Brielle pretended to be shy and softly punched Draven’s chest, smiling as she spoke, “Brother Draven, how could you behave like this in front of them? Even if Amethyst might never wake up, letting Vespera see this still makes me shy.”
Hearing this, Vespera’s gaze grew cold.
Brielle, that culprit, still dared to curse her daughter in front of her!
Vespera could no longer bear it. After confirming that her daughter was still unconscious, she immediately moved, hurried in front of Brielle, and slapped her hard across the face.
“Brielle, do you really think that with Draven supporting you, I can’t do anything to you? Get out of here!”
Brielle never expected Vespera to actually hit her. Covering her red, swollen cheek, she looked at Brielle with tearful eyes.
Vespera didn’t hesitate to grab Brielle’s arms, wanting to push her out of the ward.
Brielle instead followed her force, cried out, and fell downward.
Draven was mad. He dragged Brielle into his arms, completely disregarding Vespera as he knocked her heavily to the floor.
Vespera’s waist slammed against the sharp corner of the hospital bed. She groaned while blood soaked into her white dress.
Draven didn’t even look at her injury and shouted, “For a bastard child, you actually dared to hit Brielle. You’re completely insane!”
“Amethyst is not a bastard!” Vespera shouted.
Draven scoffed. “I didn’t come back that night at all. You were drugged, and shortly after, you became pregnant. You still want to blame this bastard on me?”
Vespera’s eyes were red as she looked at the two people before her.
“I’ve said it already, you can look at the paternity test. You can arrange one yourself, too. Why haven’t you done it?”
Brielle smiled mockingly. “Of course, Brother Draven already did the paternity test. Amethyst is nothing but a bastard. Draven is far too kind; he didn’t expose you before his parents and even allowed you to remain Mrs. Vaughn.”
Vespera tugged at her lips. Even if Draven didn’t reveal the so-called paternity test to Octavian and Lavinia Vaughn, it had nothing to do with loving her.
It was only to keep her close and torment her.
And that paternity test was fake, because Amethyst was Draven’s biological daughter!
Back then, Draven drugged Vespera after Brielle provoked him with a few words.
He even pushed another man into her room, simply because Brielle wanted to see if Vespera could still defend her innocence.
They even made a bet right in front of her.
If Vespera had not fought with all her strength, that man would have already succeeded.
And Draven, as if it were normal, hugged Brielle and turned to head to the bar.
That night, he came back drunk and had a night of passion with Vespera, who had been locked in the room and was still under the effects of the drugs.
The following day, Draven remembered nothing about it.
With Brielle influencing him, he became convinced that Vespera was not pregnant with his child.
It was from then on that Vespera had Amethyst, and she stopped reacting the way she once had, no longer losing control over Draven’s behavior.
She officially became Mrs. Vaughn.
Regaining her composure, Vespera looked at the cold Draven before her and understood that no matter how much she explained, he would never believe her.
She suppressed every emotion, looked at them calmly, and took out the prepared divorce papers from her bag.
“Draven, I don’t want anything to do with your affairs anymore. Sign it.”
