Chapter 413

Brandon White unleashed all his accusations and resentment onto Vivian Bennett.

Vivian was completely broken.

She offered no resistance, whether to his verbal abuse or physical strikes.

Fate had played a cruel joke on her.

Round and round, up and down.

She had ultimately become the person abandoned by the entire world.

Everything was wrong.

It had all been wrong from the very beginning...

Vivian had no memory of how she eventually left the White residence.

Brandon's shouting and Linda White's sobbing blurred into a distant hum in her ears.

In her dazed state, it felt as if the world had been turned upside down.

She threw up violently the moment she returned to her apartment.

She retched until it felt like her very organs would be expelled.

An endless wave of nausea consumed her.

A sense of filth and shame seeped from every pore.

If William White wasn't her biological father, then who was?

Over a decade ago, Vivian was still young.

She was still in school.

She only heard rumors that her mother, Sophia White, was promiscuous.

That she was even having affairs.

William White had reached his limit because of this.

They began to argue frequently.

Sophia never seemed to deny the accusations.

So "suspicion" gradually turned into "confirmation."

It was confirmed that Sophia had cuckolded him many times over.

He demanded a divorce.

Unexpectedly, Sophia agreed without hesitation.

She signed the divorce papers readily.

She then left the country.

She eventually died in a foreign land.

But back then, Vivian was absolutely certain her mother had never wronged William.

Her mother was such a proud, dignified woman.

How could she!

But the facts?

The facts were her own existence.

Her very being proved Sophia's betrayal to everyone.

She had become a complete joke.

A dirty, shameless bastard child!

"Mom..." Vivian turned with a cold expression, looking at Sophia's photo on the shelf.

"Tell me, who is my father?"

"Or perhaps even you didn't know whose blood runs in my veins."

"So you kept it from me all these years."

"You hid it from me for twenty-three years."

"Only for me to be driven around like a joke by William White."

"Like a stray dog."

"Struggling desperately."

"Believing that one day I would reclaim what was rightfully mine."

"But in the end."

"The White Group fell into my hands effortlessly."

"Yet I inexplicably became a little bastard..."

All her efforts had come to nothing.

By the end, Vivian was sobbing uncontrollably.

An immense wave of hatred crashed over her.

But who could she hate?

Who was left for her to hate?

Sophia was gone.

William was gone too.

She didn't even have anyone left to direct her hatred towards.

But the entire world scorned and insulted her.

They left her alone in the world to bear it all.

Public opinion was truly fearsome.

Both William and Sophia had known this.

Yet they simply left.

Vivian became the "prime culprit."

The next day's newspapers were filled with news about the White family.

William White's death.

Vivian Bennett was actually a bastard child born from Sophia's affair with another man.

William White had worn the cuckold's horns for over twenty years for nothing.

Yet, just before his death, he left the majority of the White Group's shares to this little bastard to inherit.

The plot was utterly sensational and unpredictable.

What a spectacular drama.

Vivian was the most conspicuous and disgraceful bastard in the play.

Vivian's life suddenly lost all direction.

She used to think about revenge.

About seeking justice for her mother and her childhood self.

But now the White Group was in her hands.

Yet her heart remained full of resentment.

But she had no target for that resentment.

She didn't return to Seattle.

She didn't go to work.

What else was there to do?

She had lost all will.

The paparazzi, however, had a hard time.

They staked out the entrance of the White Group building.

They even camped outside the White residence and her small apartment.

But Vivian never showed herself.

Liam Sullivan searched everywhere for her.

He searched for three days but found nothing.

He finally had to investigate her whereabouts.

Vivian was actually at an orphanage.