Farewell to Love: The CEO's Desperate Chase novel Chapter 655

That person was instantly kicked from the group chat.

The rest of the fans spat insults, declaring the user was an undercover spy planted by Emilia.

While the internet was exploding with outrage, someone finally asked the most crucial question:

"Where the hell is Vivienne? Isn't this textbook incitement to violence?"

No one knew where she was.

Vivienne had completely vanished from the internet.

In reality, she was practically pulling her hair out in absolute fury.

She didn't dare show her face online. She had tried contacting Jack multiple times, but he wasn't answering—which was incredibly out of character for him.

She had abandoned her actual phone ages ago, tossing the battery and the SIM card to avoid being tracked. She was strictly using burner phones now.

Logging into the group chat with a secondary burner, she saw that Lil' Jack hadn't posted a single message.

A terrible sense of dread washed over her.

She knew that until Jack replied, she had to stay completely hidden, or something disastrous would happen.

She glanced out the grime-covered window. The man she had hired had been gone for a while, and she had no idea when he'd be back.

Jack was likely a lost cause by now.

If possible, she needed to silence both the caregiver and Jack permanently!

Her grip on the phone tightened until her knuckles turned white.

And Emilia!

She could let everyone else go, but she would never let Emilia off the hook.

"Emilia, I should have just killed you from the very beginning!" Vivienne snarled, her voice dripping with venom.

...

Meanwhile.

A van sped down the highway.

In the back seat sat Tyler, looking entirely hollowed out.

It was the secret memorial Emilia had set up for their first child.

She had never told him about it, assuming he didn't know. She would simply sneak away on that tragic anniversary to mourn in private.

He had never told her that he knew perfectly well where it was.

Tyler gazed at the stone, desperate for a sliver of peace in the presence of his unborn child.

But as his eyes focused, his heart violently skipped a beat.

Right next to it stood a brand-new headstone.

Tyler wheeled himself closer, his breath hitching in his throat.

He read the date on the stone and recognized the elegant, painstaking script she had carved by hand.

It was the date of the staircase incident.

This was the grave for their second child.

Tyler's chest heaved with a devastating tremor. If only he had come here a few days earlier, would he have discovered the truth about the baby they had lost before it was too late?