Ex-Mate Wants Me Back (Seraphina and Mortimer) novel Chapter 126

Chapter 126

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Connor paused, his eyes track-reading Vivian’s reactions with a mix of calculation and dread. “I’ve talked to a defense attorney who specializes in high-stakes felonies. We’re changing the narrative on that million dollars. You didn’t pay the orderly to hurt Rolf-you found out he was terminally ill and gave him the money out of pure, selfless compassion.”

He leaned in. “Rolf won’t press charges, and neither will we. Even if the state tries to go for a public prosecution, with enough money and the right ‘charity’ angle, we can kill the case.”

Vivian let out a long, shaky breath. The weight on her chest eased.

Then, a thought hit her, and she bolted upright from the sofa, her eyes wide with a sudden realization. “Wait. So when Morty cornered me about the wire transfer… I didn’t even have to admit it? I could have lied?! Why did I let him play me like that?”

She looked genuinely pissed-not at her crime, but at her own failure to be a better liar.

Connor watched the regret on his daughter’s face and felt a chill settle in his marrow.

She’d almost flatlined her own brother, yet there wasn’t a trace of guilt. No horror. Just the frustration of a gambler who’d shown her hand too early.

“If I ever get in her way,” Connor thought, “will she come for me next?”

“Vivian, honey, stop overthinking that part,” Lillian cut in, sensing the dark turn in the room. “The priority is the narrative. We need to beat Seraphina to the punch. Go online. Tell ‘your’ truth. Frame that orderly before the hospital can release their own statement.”

Lillian’s eyes gleamed with a frantic energy. “We’ll hire a bot farm to pivot the comments. We can fix this by dinner.

“Vivian, who had been dreading an apology, suddenly saw the tactical advantage. “Fine. I’ll record the video now.”

Social Media. 2:00 PM. The video hit Vivian’s millions of followers like a bomb.

She was dressed in a soft, pale-pink knit set-the universal uniform of the “misunderstood victim.”

Her eyes were red and swollen, her face scrubbed clean of makeup to look raw and exhausted,

She looked straight into the lens, the picture of tragic grace.

“I never thought someone could be so cruel,” she whispered. “That orderly… because my brother spoke harshly to him once, he decided to take it out on Rolf’s life.”

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She took a shaky breath. “But I know he wasn’t trying to kill my brother. He just wanted to ‘teach him a lesson.’ He didn’t realize how dangerous it was. And he was a sick man himself… he was in pain. As someone who fights my own battles with wolf-soul fracture, I… I empathize with that kind of suffering.”

She let a single tear fall. “Even though he hurt my family, I don’t regret the million dollars I gave him for his medical bills. I believe in helping people, even when they make mistakes.”

She lowered her head. “To Seraphina and the staff at Shadowfang… I’m sorry you were caught in this mess. I’m so, so sorry.”

In the past few days, the news about Seraphina almost ‘killing’ Rolf, as well as the reversal of her being accused of being a homewrecker, had not died down.

Especially Vivian’s fans, who kept stirring things up online, loudly claiming that even if there was nothing wrong with Seraphina’s surgery, there must be something wrong with the medication she prescribed.

Once Vivian’s apology video was released, Seraphina and the healing center were finally cleared of all accusations.

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The internet, which had been feasting on the scandal, pivoted instantly. The fanatical “Vivian-Stans” went into a frenzy.

“Vivian and Sera are both victims! Sera should be bigger than this and forgive our girl.”

“Vivian is too pure. She gave a million bucks to a man who tried to kill her brother? She’s literally a saint.”

“Rolf’s fault. Don’t be a dick to the staff. Poor Vivian is the one who has to deal with the trauma now.”.

“Why is everyone still talking about the doctor? This is a story about Vivian’s heart.”

Vivian watched the comments roll in, a cold, triumphant light in her eyes.

“Seraphina wanted to lynch me? Dream on, bitch.”

Her wolf gave a satisfied purr in her mind. The bitter, medicinal scent of her pheromones faded, replaced by a thick, cloying

sweetness.

“Vivian, stay low for a while,” Lillian warned. “Don’t poke the bear. If Seraphina gets pissed again, she might find another way to dig up dirt.”

“I know, I know.” Vivian’s voice turned sharp with resentment at the mention of the name.

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