You Are The Apple of My Eyes
Chapter 449 Fell Into A Trap

Before the trouble of the bug was over, another one came. Vivian stepped back, her face draining of color. She had to leave this awful place as soon as she could. She stopped after taking one step back.

She could not run away now, or everyone would think that she was guilty.

Besides, Chester could not possibly show proof of his accusations. She would be fine as long as she kept her cool. She would not allow a boy to take her down. Vivian took a deep breath, trying her best to calm down.

Putting on a surprised expression, she asked, "What are you talking about, Chester? Did my mother do something else that I don't know?"

Chester had already known the truth of the whole matter. When he saw Vivian's skilled acting, he could not help sneering. "I take it you don't know about that either?" Vivian's pupils narrowed, and a bad feeling started to creep into her heart.

"About what? I don't know anything." She insisted on denying.

Chester glanced around the room, making eye contact with every member of his family who looked completely confused. Jessica stood up and asked with a serious look, "What do you mean, Chester?" "You haven't told anyone about your divorce, have you?" Chester turned to look at Sam, who was sitting in his wheelchair. "Grandpa had a stroke and fell down that day because somebody brought him bad news. Someone called him and told him that you and Uncle Jason had divorced a long time ago."

"Hmm." Sam let out a muffled sound and looked at Vivian with sharp eyes.

Vivian's scalp tingled under Sam's gaze, but she still stood her ground and kept herself calm and composed.

'It wasn't I who called Sam. Don't panic.

Don't panic,' she repeatedly told herself.

Even if she tried hard to relax herself, terror still slightly obscured her face. If anyone observed her carefully, they would find that she was uncomfortable and scared to death of getting exposed. Angela looked at Vivian's face and said in a surprisingly cold voice, "It's true that no one knows about Jessica's divorce. She didn't talk about it except when she was at her home. But there was a bug in her necklace, so you knew about it, didn't you?

Vivian, did you call Dad? Did you cause his stroke?" She watched Vivian carefully and waited for her answer.

"No, I didn't," Vivian replied quickly. She did not lie.

"If it wasn't you, then who was it?" Angela kept staring into Vivian's eyes and pushing her to tell the truth, leaving her no time to think.

"It's..." Vivian almost blurted out her doom. As soon as she uttered a word, she quickly corrected herself. "It's not me."

"You were about to mention someone just now. Who was it?" Angela pressed, taking slow, deliberate steps toward Vivian. "Was it Julie? Was it your mother? Was this a conspiracy you and your mother cooked up?"

"No, no." Vivian went back half a step, grievance and fear swirling thickly on her face. "Why are you trying to frame us? We did nothing."

"You did nothing? What about the bug? Julie already admitted it. Why are you still denying it?" Jessica snapped and gritted her teeth. "We can't trust anything that comes out of your mouth now."

Vivian stopped and tried to defend herself with tears in her eyes. "My mother did install the bug and spied on you, but we had nothing to do with the phone call that caused Sam's stroke. Besides, why would we want to hurt him? What do we have to gain from that?"

"I would never trust you again." Jessica walked up to Vivian and slapped her across the face.

The unexpected slap stunned Vivian.

"Why did you hit me?"

She put a hand against her throbbing cheek.

The force of Jessica's slap unraveled her coiled hair, letting it loose around her shoulders.

Vivian looked at Jessica with sullen eyes, and Jessica looked right back with eyes darker.

"I already told you it wasn't me. What did you hit me for?" Tears started welling up in Vivian's eyes again but did not fall down. She did not speak pitifully anymore. Anyone could tell from her voice that she was gritting her teeth to keep her pure, white-hot hatred from spewing.

Jessica slapped her two more times, her right hand barking in protest. When she saw the resentful look in Vivian's eyes, she wanted to hurt her even more.

With hands trembling in a fit of rage, Jessica maintained her imposing manner. She said arrogantly, "Don't look at me like that. It's useless. Your mother couldn't have installed and planted the bug by herself. And the phone call..."

"Neither of us called Sam. Neither of us had a reason to," Vivian interjected confidently.

Her performance almost made everyone believe her.

"But you did have a reason," Chester muttered, drawing everyone's attention to him.

"You monitored Aunt Jessica to know more information about Uncle John, but you didn't expect to hear about her divorce. You know that Grandpa is old and fragile, and you took that as an opportunity. You called him and told him about the divorce, hoping that it would make him fall ill.

When Grandpa did fall ill and you found out that he had Rh-negative blood, which your mother also happened to have, you sent other potential blood donors out of Lexingport City. That way, Uncle John wouldn't have a choice but to ask your mother to donate blood for Grandpa. You used that as leverage to force Uncle John to agree to marry you."

With every word Chester uttered, the look on Vivian's face darkened. She had had a bad feeling before the wedding, and now it was materializing right before her eyes.

What went around came around.

But Vivian refused to back down. She decided to listen calmly and carefully. How credible could a ten-year-old child be?

As soon as she found a loophole in his story, she would fight back. There was still hope.

She did not need to be scared.

Vivian swallowed and stood her ground, neither humble nor proud.

"It was a pretty iron-clad condition. Your mother wouldn't donate blood unless Uncle John agreed to marry you," Chester said icily. "Of course Uncle John had to agree. He couldn't let Grandpa die without trying whatever means necessary to save him."

Vivian's breathing gradually slowed down. Shock and anxiety mingled in her eyes. Her body seemed to be frozen in place, but one could tell from her face that she was still fighting to remain calm.

"Is all of that true, Chester?" With a stunned look on her face, Jessica pointed at Vivian again.

"Vivian Ye, did you use me to hurt my father just so you could marry my brother? How dare you use me?" She felt the back of her eyes sting with pure resentment.

Jessica was about to tear Vivian apart with her bare hands, but Angela held her back and said, "Let's listen to her first."

"Humph!" Jessica snorted, shaking off Angela's grip.

With so many eyes staring at her, Vivian finally came to her senses and said, "These are just speculations."

She turned to Chester and said in a kind, gentle voice, "Chester, children like you shouldn't talk nonsense."

Chester remembered what John had told him to do and answered, "I have a witness. Grandpa is the witness. He heard the voice of the person who made the call, so he could tell who it was."

"Some kids are really brainless. How could Sam tell who it was when a voice changer was used?" Vivian smiled complacently, not realizing that she had fallen into a trap.

Sitting still in his wheelchair, Sam finally showed a touch of mockery. "How do you know that a voice changer was used?"

Vivian's smile froze.

Her back suddenly straightened at the gust of cold wind that blew against her skin.

'I'm doomed! I fell into a trap!'☐☐☐☐