And now, Vivienne was pulling the same stunt again.
Israel knew, of course, that Vivienne was trying to use this to salvage her public image, hoping people would back off and pity her.
But this time, it was clearly not as effective as before.
While some people let it go, many more were saying the same thing—
"Here we go again!"
Israel was so angry he could roll his eyes into the back of his head.
Cleaning up the mess from Vivi's Whispers wasn't enough; now he had to clean up the mess from her 'illness' too!
***
At the sanatorium.
Vivienne wasn't lying in a hospital bed but sitting alone in a corner.
The room's lights were off.
She had done it on purpose. A camera on the side was recording.
Just as it was rolling, the door to the room suddenly opened.
Then, a pair of shoes appeared in her line of sight.
Vivienne looked up and met Tyler's icy gaze.
"Tyler," Vivienne called out.
But Tyler didn't respond. He just stared at her.
His stare made Vivienne's heart pound with anxiety.
But then she remembered their agreement, and her nerves settled slightly.
Remembering the camera was still recording, Vivienne said with red-rimmed eyes, "Are you here to see me?"
Tyler let out a cold laugh.
"You cut your wrists?" he said, his voice frigid.
Vivienne didn't know how to respond.
Tyler glanced at the camera on the side and turned it off.
The hallway lights were bright, streaming in from the doorway. Vivienne saw Israel standing at the entrance.
"If you're sick, you need proper treatment," Tyler said.
Then Israel walked in, bringing a few people with him to take Vivienne for treatment.
"Tyler, what do you mean!" Vivienne shrieked in disbelief. Didn't he fear that...


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