It took him a long while to come back to his senses before he spoke in a daze.
What do you mean, killing the child? What nonsense are you talking about?
I am Fang Keyun now. How could she possibly find out that I faked my death? What exactly is going on?
I am not completely sure either. The grave was prepared with fake ashes, and she never dug it up to check. But she sent over the footage of your dive. That video clearly shows you pulling the child down yourself.
The assistant was frightened by Fang Keyun’s expression and began to stammer.
I suspect Boss Ulyssa already knows everything.
She has also sold off all the company shares.
Xanthe, who was busy eating shrimp beside them, showed a flash of satisfaction in her eyes, but quickly concealed it.
Boss Ulyssa is probably just testing you. Do not panic. She is an adult, yet she still likes to disappear suddenly to scare people.
Eat the dessert. It will not taste good once it melts.
In the past, Cameron would definitely have been soothed by Xanthe’s words and brushed it off. But this time, he took out the video on his phone and questioned her instead.
Were you ever actually sick? Did you enter the company just for the money?
Xanthe was shocked for a moment, then quickly regained her composure.
This is obviously AI generated. What kind of person I am, do you not know?
Your grandfather threw me to Italy. I was alone in a foreign place and missed you so much that I fell into depression. If you had not run into me during that meeting, I would have died in a foreign land long ago.
If I had known this would happen, I should have just died out there. It is my fault.
This was her usual tactic of retreating to advance.
In the past, Cameron would have reddened his eyes and comforted her after hearing this.
But this time, Cameron did not buy it.
His gaze lingered for a moment on the wedding ring on Xanthe’s hand, his tone turning cold.
You should be blamed. You insisted on wearing our ring.
Xanthe, I told you I could treat you well forever. Whatever jewelry or bracelets you wanted, I would buy them for you. But we are already in the past. Ulyssa is my future.
Xanthe’s eyes reddened as she tried to explain again.
But Cameron no longer looked at her, brushing her off casually.
Enough. Go rest first. I will investigate the video myself.
His face pale, he dialed my number.
But no one answered.
Cameron suddenly began to panic.
For six years, no matter what happened, she had never cut off all contact with him.
His eyelid twitched, and he immediately called his mother, his voice filled with urgency.
Mom, has Ulyssa contacted you to ask about my identity? Or about the hospital?
Cameron’s mother hesitated for two seconds before sighing.
You still do not know? Look at the news.
Things have come to this because of your own doing. You faked your death, refused an autopsy, and even impersonated Keyun. You should have expected this long ago.
Before she could finish, Cameron hung up the phone and hurriedly opened the news.
Ulyssa got married.
And the groom was his younger brother, Joseph.
Looking at the photo of the two of them smiling brightly on the screen, Cameron felt as though he had missed something immensely important.
He did not spare Xanthe another glance and turned to leave.
The assistant hurried after him.
Mr Cameron, what should we do now?
Mr Cameron, what should we do now?
What should we do? Turn the ship around.
I am going to a wedding.
I am the groom.
