The IVF Secret That Shook a Dynasty novel Chapter 558

Vivica frowned slightly, then her expression softened into a smile.

"I'm not worried about anything. It's good that you're going to see them. I just... I can't get away from work, so I can't visit them very often."

"Don't worry, I'll pass along your regards."

Feeling a bit embarrassed, Vivica pressed her lips together and quickly changed the subject. "Anyway, it's getting really late. You've had a long day, you should go to sleep. I have to go to work tomorrow too."

Joseph was indeed exhausted.

And even if he wasn't, Vivica needed her rest. She had to wake up in the night to check on their son, which meant her sleep was already broken.

So, despite his reluctance to end the call, he nodded. "Alright, you go get some sleep."

"Okay, bye-bye?" She flashed a sweet, sleepy smile at the camera and waved.

"Goodnight," Joseph replied softly, waiting for her to hang up first.

The screen went dark. Vivica sat at her desk for a few moments, feeling an inexplicable sense of deep satisfaction knowing that bad people were finally getting their karma.

When she slipped back into bed, she fell asleep almost instantly—and this time, she slept deeply.

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The next day.

Joseph spent the entire morning at the police station, deep in discussions until almost noon.

The Chase brothers' crimes were like water in a sponge—the more pressure you applied, the more poured out.

After a grueling night of rotating interrogations by the police, over a dozen new illegal activities were uncovered.

What was truly mind-boggling was that the brothers didn't even realize most of what they had done was illegal.

That was why they had blurted it all out so casually.

In all his years of practicing law, Joseph had dealt with brilliant, high-IQ criminals who could spar with interrogators for days without slipping up.

He had rarely encountered suspects so profoundly stupid and evil that they handed over full confessions the second the police asked—and even confessed to crimes the police hadn't known about.

The reason? They were completely oblivious to the law!

As they left the police station and headed toward the hospital, Raymond was practically glowing with excitement, talking a mile a minute.

"Once my aunt and uncle hear about this, they'll be so thrilled they might just make a full recovery on the spot! With a rap sheet this long, those two are guaranteed to die in a prison cell!"

Joseph, however, wasn't quite as euphoric. His signature sharp tongue made a reappearance.

Vivica had once lamented how eerie it was that her life seemed doomed to follow the same tragic trajectory as her parents.

But looking at it clearly, it was a testament to the fact that they were cut from the same resilient cloth.

"You're right, I spoke out of turn," Joseph admitted, genuine guilt flashing across his face. He paused before adding softly, "When I first met Vivica, her life was completely falling apart too. But she was incredibly strong. It seems she inherited that fighting spirit from her mother."

When he first met Vivica, she had been betrayed by a cheating husband, her son had just been diagnosed with leukemia, and the parents who raised her—who she thought were her biological family—were treating her with absolute cruelty, constantly extorting her for money and threatening suicide to manipulate her.

He still vividly remembered finding her sobbing uncontrollably on the hospital rooftop, utterly alone and completely broken.

At the time, Joseph rarely smoked. But drowning in the grief of losing his brother and watching his mother's health rapidly decline, he had sought out the empty rooftop for a quiet moment of misery with a cigarette.

He just wanted to smoke in peace, hiding his own grief from the world.

Instead, halfway through his cigarette, a sudden, wailing sob shattered the silence—a sound so devastated it felt as if the sky had caved in.

Looking back on it now, it made his chest ache, though there was a hint of bitter amusement in the memory too.

The ache was obvious—he had fallen deeply in love with the woman crying her eyes out that day, and he now felt the agonizing weight of every tragedy she had survived.

But the amusement came from remembering how a grown woman, with such a strikingly beautiful face, had been bawling her eyes out with the sheer, unfiltered devastation of a child throwing a tantrum.