Farewell to Love: The CEO's Desperate Chase novel Chapter 644

Emilia tightened her grip on Bella's hand.

Having this little girl in her life was the greatest blessing she could have ever asked for.

The three of them left the baking studio together, a picture-perfect family.

A short distance away, Tyler sat in his parked car, staring intently at the happy scene.

His phone screen was lit up with the text messages from Vivienne's former nurse.

Although the caregiver had sent the same proposition to everyone, she clearly saw Tyler as her golden ticket out of this mess.

So, she had sent him additional texts, offering far more detailed hints about the leverage she possessed.

Tyler gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles turning white.

Just what else had Vivienne been hiding from him?

...

Emilia barely slept that night.

It wasn't until the first light of dawn cracked through the blinds that sheer exhaustion finally pulled her into a brief, restless nap.

The morning dragged on.

Soon, it was time for their midday rendezvous.

When Emilia and Theodore stepped into the quiet cafe, they were entirely unsurprised to see Tyler already waiting near the back.

Emilia pressed her lips into a thin line, choosing to ignore him as she focused on the heavily bundled-up woman sitting in the corner.

"Follow me," the caregiver whispered nervously. Her eyes darted around the cafe to ensure no one was watching before she slipped into a private dining room in the back.

Emilia and Theodore exchanged a brief, knowing look before trailing behind her.

Tyler watched the effortless synchronicity between them, a dark shadow crossing his eyes.

Nudged forward by Israel, he reluctantly followed them into the room.

Once everyone was inside, the nurse locked the door and pulled down her mask.

"Let's hear it," Emilia demanded, crossing her arms.

She remained highly skeptical.

This woman had been Vivienne's confidante. This could easily be a trap.

Instead of speaking, the caregiver looked around the room at the four of them.

"Show me your sincerity first," she demanded.

"That bitch Emilia!"

"Make sure Tyler never finds out about this."

"Theodore needs to rot in hell."

"It's fine. Just do what I said. I'll shed a few tears for Tyler later, and he'll cave."

"The second I become Mrs. Erickson, I'll make Israel pay!"

"Is everything handled? Why won't Emilia just die already!"

...

The hateful venom poured out of the speaker.

It was an endless barrage of malice and threats.

A terrifying contrast to the innocent, fragile persona Vivienne constantly projected to the world.

As the audio played, Emilia and Theodore remained stoic, but Tyler's complexion grew paler by the second.

Even Israel, who was just standing by his boss, felt a cold sweat break out on the back of his neck upon hearing his own name.

The illusion of the sweet, sickly Vivienne—the girl whose mistakes were always excused by her supposed good intentions—was shattering into pieces.