Chapter 849:
Eugene slipped his phone into the depths of his pocket, casting a withering glance at the journalists desperately attempting to penetrate their security perimeter. He then abandoned the hallway to oversee Vivian’s examinations.
Vivian thrashed and shrieked like a caged animal, adamantly refusing every medical procedure—blood draws, CT scans, ultrasounds—she rejected them all with fierce determination.
Her resistance proved futile against Eugene’s well-trained operatives, who systematically forced her compliance.
The moment Vivian spotted Eugene’s imposing figure in the doorway, her voice rose to a piercing shriek. “Eugene, you cannot subject me to this barbaric treatment! This constitutes a blatant violation of legal statutes and human rights!”
Eugene released a chilling laugh that held no trace of warmth, offering her protest nothing but contemptuous silence.
The private medical facility operated beyond the reach of public hospital regulations, and Eugene possessed both the resources and ruthless methodology necessary to achieve his objectives without interference.
The army of journalists remained effectively barricaded outside the building’s perimeter, which meant he could pursue the results through any means he deemed necessary.
Vivian continued hurling venomous accusations at Eugene like poisoned arrows, but he deflected each verbal assault with practiced indifference, maintaining laser focus on completing the medical examinations.
“Vivian, if wisdom guided my footsteps as it should guide yours, I would embrace cooperation like a lifeline. Such compliance would spare you from unnecessary suffering,” Eugene stated with ice-cold detachment. “I lack Mr. Watson’s emotional investment—I simply execute orders and get things done with surgical precision, and I really don’t care how I get there.”
The memory of Eugene’s ruthlessness during the sanatorium incident flashed through Vivian’s mind, and she finally understood the futility of her protests.
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But surrendering to passive acceptance wasn’t written in her nature’s code. Her mind raced frantically, searching for any possible escape route from this tightening noose…
During this critical period, Johnny had been launching repeated attempts to establish contact with Vivian, but her current captivity rendered his calls as useless as messages cast into an endless void.
The online discourse had evolved into a feeding frenzy of speculation and accusations, with public opinion turning increasingly hostile toward Vivian’s credibility.
After an eternity of anxious waiting, a cryptic message from Vivian finally materialized like a beacon of hope, spurring Johnny into immediate action. The internet had erupted with accusations of medical fraud, with digital detectives excavating every questionable decision from her shadowy past. Each layer they peeled back revealed more damning evidence of her manipulative behavior.
Then Johnny emerged from the shadows, wielding his influence to reshape the entire narrative’s trajectory.
“Medical tests continue to evaluate Vivian’s condition, yet no definitive diagnosis has emerged to confirm her faking it. How can conscience allow such premature condemnation to flow from your keyboards? Even if we discover that Vivian’s health concerns prove unfounded, can anyone deny the authenticity of her tireless work? Consider today’s fundraising event, her passionate advocacy for terminally ill children at the charity gala, her heartfelt encouragement of struggling patients through Heavenly Melody broadcasts, the inspiring countdown messages she shared on her personal social media accounts to uplift countless souls… Every single initiative represented Vivian’s sincere dedication to meaningful causes. Today’s unfortunate confrontation remains strictly between her and Millie, and these isolated incidents cannot erase the mountain of good deeds she has accomplished over the months. Furthermore, whether she possessed full knowledge of her health status remains shrouded in uncertainty.”
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