Three Years Forgotten, Why Go Crazy When I Say Goodbye? novel Chapter 458

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Willow was in her room organizing files when a rapid, violent knocking suddenly erupted at her door.

The force was heavy, carrying unconcealed, misdirected fury. The door frame practically vibrated, the dull thuds sounding exceptionally jarring in the quiet night.

At the same time, it was accompanied by several demands to "Open the door!"

It was Vivienne.

She was coming to stir up trouble at this hour, and it was mostly likely related to them visiting Ethan's house earlier today. Willow found it incredibly annoying and didn't want to engage, but the pounding on the door only grew heavier. Worried it would disturb her colleagues, Willow stood up and yanked the door open.

The moment the door cracked open, Vivienne's rage-filled face lunged forward. Jealousy and anxiety raged in her eyes. Without waiting for Willow to speak, her tone came out sharp and frantic, dripping with interrogation. "What exactly did you do at that patient's house today?"

Willow stood in the doorway, her expression as smooth as glass. Her eyes were clear and cold, utterly devoid of fear or panic. She casually looked up at the unhinged Vivienne. "Does that have anything to do with you?"

"Who do you think you are? Do I need to report my work to you?"

Two simple sentences, neither arrogant nor submissive, instantly choked the words right out of Vivienne's throat.

Vivienne was already overflowing with anxiety, terrified that Willow had hijacked this hard-won opportunity. Being coldly rebuffed only dumped gasoline on the fire.

She glared viciously at Willow, a dark, calculating glint flashing in her eyes. "Why are you acting so high and mighty with me? I saw it all. You and the mayor have been sneaking around constantly. You definitely made some shady deal with him to get this opportunity, didn't you? Aren't you afraid I'll expose this whole thing and let everyone see your true colors?"

The blunt, unapologetic admission instantly caught Vivienne off guard.

Before she could even react, a faint, icy smirk curled the corner of Willow's lips. She continued, unyielding, "If you're so capable, why don't you go rely on Julian Sinclair?"

That single, short sentence was like a razor-sharp needle, viciously popping every last bubble of Vivienne's facade and pride.

She froze in place, her face draining of color before flushing a humiliated, blotchy red. Her deepest obsession and most profound embarrassment had just been ripped open in public, leaving the pathetic reality hidden beneath her glamorous exterior with nowhere to hide.

Everyone knew she was obsessed with marrying Julian, plotting and scheming to win his affection. But Julian had remained ice-cold, adamantly refusing to divorce Willow. It was her absolute biggest sore spot, the one taboo she never let anyone touch.

And yet, Willow had just laid it out there with the most effortless grace. If that wasn't a brutal mockery and a direct challenge, what was?