The Stand-In Who Burned the Script novel Chapter 210

Chapter 210

Vivian lowered her eyes, her voice low but unwavering “If we can’t find him, we keep looking

I refuse to believe there isn’t a single trace left behind. Zoe, I have no way out’

Zoe’s lips parted slightly, but she couldn’t find a single word of comfort.

“Alright,” she said firmly. “I’ll stay by your side.”

The two of them headed downstairs, got in the car, and drove back to the office,

Neither Vivian nor Zoe noticed the slender figure hiding behind a nearby pillar, her eyes with venomous hatred as she watched them walk away.

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It wasn’t until the white car completely disappeared from view that Amara Fairchild stepped out from the shadows.

She was clutching a food container so tightly that her knuckles were entirely white.

No wonder…

No wonder Jonah had told her to stay home and rest today. This was why!

She knew it. There was no way Vivian would willingly marry a blind man. She was definitely plotting to sink her claws back into Jonah. All those harsh words earlier were just her playing hard to get!

Amara bit her lip hard, realizing she needed to come up with a permanent solution to deal with this threat. Otherwise, with Vivian’s seductive, home-wrecking face…

Jonah was a man, after all.

And what man could resist cheating when tempted like that?

Amara swallowed the furious lump in her throat and turned to head upstairs.

When she reached the VIP ward, she smoothed her expression into a picture of perfect devotion and slipped quietly inside. Jonah was standing by the window. The natural sunlight i highlighted the sharp, flawless lines of his jaw, making him look so devastatingly handsome

that it was impossible to look away.

“Jonah…”

He turned to look at her.

For a split second, the sheer, icy detachment in his eyes pinned Amara to the spot. She couldn’t move a muscle.

Jonah frowned. “Didn’t I tell you that you didn’t need to come today?”

“I…”

and I

A cold sweat broke out on Amara’s palms. “I was worried you weren’t eating well didn’t have any other plans anyway… so I thought I’d cook something for you and bring it over.”

It was only then that Jonah noticed the food container in her hands.

But at that moment, a completely different memory flashed through his dark, bottomless

eyes.

‘Jonah, look at this! I burned my hand trying to cook for you and still messed it up. Why don’t you teach me?’

‘Cooking is so hard, Dr. Granger! This is the third pan I’ve ruined.

‘Ugh, Jonah. I guess you’ll never get to eat a meal cooked by me in this lifetime.’

Vivian had once tried so hard to be the perfect girlfriend. She’d attempted to cook for him countless times, but despite being a genius at everything else, she seemed utterly cursed in the kitchen. She simply had no talent for it.

Every single attempt ended in total disaster.

And true to her nature, she never kept her frustration bottled up.

She’d whine, complain, and throw dramatic tantrums in a hundred different ways.

How had he reacted back then?

He hadn’t wanted to deal with it.

But knowing he had to maintain the facade of a caring doctor and a perfect boyfriend, he couldn’t show his irritation. He had just brushed her off with a few perfunctory words of

comfort.

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