Chapter 584
The butler pulled some strings using the Wilson family’s connections, and it didn’t take long for him to figure out exactly what had been sent to Trevor that day.
“A medical report?” Bryan asked.
“Yeah, it seems to be Kate’s medical report. It stated that she’s sick,” the butler replied.
Bryan understood right away. If this had happened to anyone else—even Trevor himself—he probably would’ve fallen for it too.
However, the real mastermind behind Kate’s situation was Aubree.
Back when Aubree truly cared about them, she’d gotten to know every detail of their personalities. Even Bryan could tell that once Trevor saw the report, he definitely wouldn’t go to the hospital to double-check. He’d just assume he was indeed sick and spiral into despair.
And sure enough, things had unfolded exactly as Aubree had anticipated.
After hanging up, Bryan headed straight for Trevor.
He’d only stepped away for a moment, but Trevor had already curled back into the corner, clutching a bottle of liquor and chugging it down.
Without a word, Bryan strode over, slapped the bottle out of Trevor’s hand, and grabbed him by the collar, dragging him toward the exit.
Just as they were about to leave the dark cellar, Trevor finally started to panic. “No! I don’t want to. I don’t want to go out. Bryan, can you just leave me alone?”
Bryan slapped him hard across the face. “Since you think you’re sick, then go to the hospital and get checked. If there’s really something wrong with you, even if you drop dead in here, I’ll just wait until you’re cold before I bother to pick up your corpse.”
All the strength suddenly left Trevor. “You already know?”
Bryan let out a cold, mocking laugh and yanked him outside without hesitation. “Coincidentally, I just found out. Trevor, you really are a fool.”
Bryan couldn’t resist cursing Trevor for letting Aubree see right through him and playing right into her hands.
When Trevor heard Bryan call him a fool, it instantly brought back all those years Carmen had lied to him and kept him in the dark. His eyes went dull as he thought, ‘I really am a fool. If I weren’t so stupid, it wouldn’t have taken me this long to realize who cared about me back then.’
Bryan dragged Trevor into the car. Even though Trevor had officially left showbiz, his former glory was still enough that if he showed up in public looking like this, it would definitely cause a huge commotion.
The car headed straight for the Wilson Group’s private hospital. On the way, Bryan gave the hospital a heads-up to get everything ready.
Be it blood tests or X-rays, Trevor went through every test they could throw at him.
Bryan and Trevor holed up at the hospital all day, just waiting for the results.
“Mr. Trevor Wilson’s test results are in. Nothing major. Just go easy on the booze.” The doctor kept his head down as he spoke, then handed the report over to Bryan.
Bryan skimmed through it. Indeed, Trevor was fine. In the next second, he turned and threw the whole stack of test reports right at Trevor’s face.
The white sheets were altered here like falling coins at Trevor’s frantically trying to grab them. "I'm fine? I could probably be fine. It's because Kate was never sick; The whole report was fake. Aubree set you up from the start. And you just played right into her hands, being exactly what she wanted, like a loyal little puppet."
It hit Trevor all at once, painfully slow. He finally realized what was really going on.
Aubree knew their personalities very well, and she used that knowledge to set the perfect trap for each of them.
But back then, she’d used that same understanding to care for and protect them.