Trick Him Into Divorce, Then Flee With His Unknow Kid novel Chapter 441

Chapter 441: Chapter 441 The Past Comes Back

“Enough.”

Grace cut Victoria off with a voice so cold that the entire room went still.

She didn’t even look at Victoria again.

Her eyes settled on her son.

“If this is true, Derick, you need to cut all ties with her. Completely.”

Her voice trembled with fury.

“And don’t think you’re innocent in all this. If Victoria really did what we’re beginning to suspect, then you played a part in destroying Sophia’s life, too.”

How could Grace not be furious?

She had watched Sophia grow up.

She had loved that girl like a daughter.

And now, after all these years, she was being forced to consider the possibility that Sophia had been telling the truth all along.

The rage inside Grace was almost unbearable.

What worried her even more was Derick.

What if, after all these years together, he had actually developed feelings for Victoria?

What if he tried to defend her?

Grace would never forgive him for that.

“Grandma, deal with Alicia first.”

James shot Victoria a cold look.

Every instinct in him was screaming for answers, but this wasn’t the time to settle old scores.

Alicia was still fighting for her life.

Victoria reached for Derick’s hand.

He pulled away almost instinctively.

“Get the blood.”

His voice was cold.

He didn’t even look at her.

Victoria’s face went blank.

She had tried to stop Derick from donating.

That much was now obvious.

And once everything was brought into the open, there would be plenty of time to settle the rest.

For now, Alicia needed the blood.

Victoria stared at Derick’s expressionless face as though she’d never seen him before.

She couldn’t move.

Rose lifted her eyes.

She was barely holding her anger in.

Looking at Derick’s devastated expression, she spoke quietly.

“What good is regret now?”

Derick looked at her.

“If you couldn’t trust your own wife, how are you any different from the person who condemned her?”

Her voice was cold.

Rose had always hated that kind of self-righteousness.

The tendency to make a decision, hurt someone, and then hide behind good intentions afterward.

If Victoria had been cruel, Derick had still been the person who chose not to believe Sophia.

And that made him responsible, too.

Derick’s face went pale.

He stared at Rose.

For one terrible second, he could almost see Sophia standing in front of him again.

More than twenty years ago, Sophia had looked at him exactly the same way.

Disappointed.

Bitter.

Heartbroken.

And completely done with him.

Now her daughter was standing in front of him, giving him back the pain he’d once inflicted on Sophia.

“Rose...”

His voice was barely audible.

Rose turned away.

She couldn’t look at him anymore.

No one had the right to forgive her mother on her behalf.

Whatever happened next was between Derick and Victoria.

Rose would not forgive Derick.

And after today, she certainly wasn’t going to forgive Victoria.

Grace understood.

This was something Derick needed to face himself.

She said nothing.

The room fell silent.

One seemingly insignificant detail had opened a door that had been locked for decades. 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

Behind it was a secret that had destroyed a marriage, separated a family, and possibly cost Sophia her life.

Ryan remained apart from the others.

He hadn’t taken sides.

He hadn’t tried to interfere.

He had simply said what he’d noticed when the moment called for it.

Now he leaned against the wall, his gaze shifting toward Rose.

She stood with her arms folded tightly across herself.

Her fingers were digging into her sleeves hard enough to leave marks.

She didn’t seem to notice.

She was wearing a thick beige coat cinched at the waist. Her back was straight, almost rigid.

She looked strong.

But Ryan knew better.

Every word she’d just said to Derick had hurt her, too.

She simply refused to let anyone see it.

Ryan watched her for a long moment.

Then he closed his eyes briefly and exhaled.

He walked over.

In his uninjured hand, he carried his suit jacket.

“Hold this for me.”

Rose looked at him.

“My hand hurts.”

Her expression didn’t change.

Ryan didn’t wait for permission.

He reached over and gently pried her clenched fingers apart, one by one, then placed his jacket in her hands.

“Rose,” he repeated. “I told you it hurts.”

She stared at him.

The grief and anger that had been weighing on her were suddenly interrupted by his ridiculous insistence.

Her eyes dropped to his bandaged shoulder.

Then to the expensive jacket now sitting in her arms.

Of course.

He was not worried about his jacket getting ruined.

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