It seemed that Kiara was moaning, mixed with Lucas' low roar.
After listening to it for a few seconds, Vivianne suddenly reacted and her face instantly turned pale.
Early in the morning, they were ....
She did not know how embarrassed she was when she escaped from the house. Even after she got into the taxi, her tears were still streaming down her face.
She grasped her chest tightly, almost suffocating from the pain.
More than twenty years of love and eight years of trust, to now when she was about to leave, Vivianne realized that her first half of her life was all about Lucas. It was too difficult and painful to let it go.
Vivianne had not told Anastasia Reitman about her leaving yet. She was still feeling upset and disappointed about losing her job recently, so Vivianne did not want to burden her.
The taxi stopped at the entrance of the hospital.
She paid the fare and got out of the taxi, then registered to see the doctor.
"You have a fever. I'll prescribe some medicine and give you an IV drip later. Your arm is fine, so you don't need a cast. Please be more careful and don't bump into it again." The doctor came to the conclusion.
Vivianne was a little surprised and then bitter.
In the past few years, she had been spoiled by Lucas. She just fell down, but she could not even bear the pain. She rushed to the hospital to take an X-ray ....
The infusion hall was crowded. Vivianne sat alone inside, looking at those couples and bosses with envy. Just a month ago, she naively thought that she and Lucas could grow old together.
Now it seemed so ridiculous.
Three hours passed in a flash. She hesitated for a long time, but in the end, she went into the inpatient department in the back.
Lucas' father, Hendry, had been there all these years and he would have surgery the day after tomorrow. But Vivianne should no longer be in California by then. After all, he treated her like his own daughter. So, she still wanted to say goodbye before leaving.
Even if she could not go into his ward and meet him, at least she could see him in front of the door of his ward.
But as soon as she reached the door, she suddenly stopped.
In the ward, she heard Lucas' mother, Lilliana, sighed and said,
"I guess, Vivianne is really leaving this time, right? Lucas, that scoundrel, told us to keep it a secret, but he made it known to the whole city. How can we live like this from now on?"
Hendry also sounded very angry.
"If it weren't for seeing Lucas suffer from heartbreak all day long, how could I have agreed to let Vivianne live in! I thought forcing them to get engaged would help calm things down, but I didn't expect that Kiara would go back on her word."
"Hendry, what do you think we should do if Vivianne refuses to leave him? Kiara is pregnant, but she hasn't shown any signs of pregnancy yet. If she finds out that the baby is born in the wrong month and makes a scene, where can we put the face of the Cannavales?"
"I'll come up with a solution later. If it doesn't work out, I'll take her abroad on the pretext that I need someone to take care of me after surgery and then arrange a marriage partner for her. Vivianne is innocent and quite filial. After all, we've raised her for eight years, so she won't dare disobey us. Don't worry."
Vivianne could not bear to listen to the rest of the words anymore.
She tightly covered her mouth and used all her strength to hold onto the window to prevent herself from collapsing.
It turned out that for so many years, she had been living in the lies they carefully woven!
Lucas' love for her was fake. He was just trying to find the shadow of another person in herself. Lucas' parents' treatment of her as their own daughter was also fake. In their eyes, she was just a tool to appease their son.
Even that mistress, Kiara!
No, perhaps in their eyes, I was the mistress.
Thinking of these, Vivianne felt even more pain. She gritted her teeth tightly to prevent herself from crying and every step she took towards the elevator was as painful as a needle prick.
