Chapter 17
Chapter 17 Violet spoke honestly, “I’m moving out.” Henry's tone was cold. “Have we been abusive to you? Wasn't there a room for you?”
Violet pursed her I*ps, about to speak, but Veronica interrupted, “Violet, you are truly despicable. You know well enough the awful things you've done. Now that you're getting into Foreverie Jewelry and suing me, you must be feeling quite pleased with yourself, right? You may be pretending to be pitiable in front of our father, but | know you're secretly thrilled about it.”
Veronica’s gaze was as though she wanted to devour Violet. If Henry was not present, she might have already lunged at her. Henry sternly said, “Veronica, that’s enough.”
Veronica, with red eyes, shot a venomous look at Violet but remained silent.
Henry continued to look at Violet. “You have to leave, right?”
Thinking about Patrick’s words, Violet replied, “Yes, | have to.”
Henry's eyes flickered. He then asked, “When did you meet Patrick?”
Violet answered truthfully, “A couple of days ago.”
“How is your relationship with him?” Henry’s tone sounded unusually calm. Violet was struck dumb. “It’s okay.”
Henry suddenly smiled. “Well, if it wasn’t okay, why would he let you into Foreverie Jewelry and help you sue Veronica?”
Seeing Henry’s smile, Violet felt that he was hiding something. A chill ran down her spine. She wanted to leave as soon as possible. She asked, “Dad, do you have anything else to discuss?”
Henry's smile faded when he heard that. “Yes, can’t you withdraw your lawsuit and not sue Veronica?”
Violet froze. While she knew that Henry always favored Veronica, she did not expect him to be so straightforward in making the request.
Faced with her father, Violet felt a bit resentful. “Veronica copied my designs and turned the tables on me by suing me first. Besides, now that I’m an employee of Foreverie Jewelry, they surely don’t want their company associated with a plagiarism scandal. So they’re taking legal action against Veronica to clear my name. These decisions were made by Foreverie Jewelry, and | don’t have the right to interfere.”
Violet sensed a momentary chill in Henry’s eyes as he responded, “Is that so? Well, then help Veronica. Talk to Mr. Hersey and ask him not to push Veronica to the brink.” He paused, gazing at Violet. “After all, Veronica is your sister. Besides,
you've presented a lot of evidence, and now the whole world has seen it. Everyone is on your side. The people on Twitter are all condemning and berating Veronica. She’s so terrified she won't even leave the house, fearing recognition and humiliation. Doesn't that give you some satisfaction? Can’t you let her off the hook? Must you go to such extremes?”
Listening to her father’s imposing tone, Violet furrowed her brow. “I'll talk to Mr. Hersey. I’m leaving now.”
With that, Violet grabbed her suitcase and planned to leave. She had no desire to stay in this house for another moment. She just wanted to get away as quickly as possible.
Henry grabbed her suitcase and held it tightly. He stared at Violet for a few seconds before saying, “Well, if you want to leave, that's fine. But stay for dinner first. Benedict is coming over. After dinner, we'll arrange for a driver to take you back to where you're staying.”
Violet's expression changed slightly. She could tell what Henry was implying. He wanted her to meet with the wealthy and extravagant young man, Benedict Turner, and consider a possible marriage alliance.
“No need, | don’t want to... Violet began to reply, but Henry interrupted her sharply. “Why are you so unwilling to have dinner with me? | know Veronica copied your designs, but that wasn’t my doing. Why are you angry with me?” Violet looked up at Henry and asked, “If | have dinner, will you let me leave, Dad?” Henry looked at her and replied, “Of course. | mean, | can’t tie you up, can 1?” Violet's mood darkened. She reluctantly released her suitcase.
Veronica’s gaze ‘s gaze followed Violet like a poisonous snake, but she did not confront her directly.
Benedict arrived quickly. Upon seeing Violet, he had a satisfied expression. “Miss Webb, allow me to introduce myself, | am Benedict Turner.” Benedict’s clingy gaze remained fixed on Violet.
Violet felt repulsed by his gaze and responded coldly, “Violet Webb.”
Benedict approached her closely and sat beside her, saying, “Miss Webb, don’t be so cold. Let’s have a conversation first and get to know each other better.”
Violet furrowed her brow, glanced at Benedict, then got up and headed to the
restroom.
Fortunately, dinner was served quickly, and Benedict did not have another chance to approach her.NôvelDrama.Org © content.
During the meal, Violet just wanted to finish quickly and leave. However, she started feeling increasingly drowsy and realized something was wrong. She struggled to get up and said, “Dad, I’m feeling a bit under...”
Before she could finish her sentence, she collapsed back into her chair and then. onto the dining table.
Seeing Violet collapse, nob*dy at the table displayed any surprise.
Henry remained expressionless as if he had expected this. He coldly ordered,
“Benedict, carry her to the room.”