Chapter 223: Walking the Same Path to Destruction

Warren’s lips curved into a mocking smile as he listened. “Beneficial for us all?”

Melissa’s face darkened at his expression. “What kind of response is that? How can you feel sympathy for Vivienne at a moment like this?”

Before Warren could defend himself, Melissa continued, “Vivienne’s catastrophic mistake has thrust the Mitchell family into public scrutiny and sent our company’s stocks spiraling downward. Whatever pity you might feel, you must face reality. She’s betrayed our family’s trust, not the other way around.”

“Mr. Mitchell,” the butler burst in, his face etched with worry. “Your grandfather requests your presence in his room immediately.”

Warren’s fingers curled into tight fists. Drawing a measured breath, he responded with ice in his voice, “I’ll be there.”

He spun on his heel and marched toward the exit. At the threshold, he barked an order to a nearby servant. “Remove every electronic device from Diana’s room! Nothing goes in except essential meals.”

Diana’s composure crumbled instantly. “Mom, look what he’s doing…”

Melissa, who had honed her ability to read people through countless social gatherings and card games, sensed deeper currents beneath the surface. She absently patted Diana’s hand, her mind elsewhere.

Without another glance, she glided out of the room.

Meanwhile, Warren had reached Everett’ quarters. The moment he crossed the threshold, Everett launched straight in. “Were those online attacks?”

“No.” Warren laid out the entire situation, knowing better than to conceal anything.

Everett’ fury erupted like a volcano. His hand swept across the table, sending coffee mugs crashing to the floor in a symphony of shattering porcelain.

Warren remained rooted to the spot, scarcely daring to breathe. A suffocating silence blanketed the room.

After what felt like an eternity, Everett spoke again. “How do you intend to fix this mess?”

“I haven’t found a solution yet…”

Warren’s thoughts turned to Vivienne’s burning hatred. She would sooner tear him apart than offer forgiveness now.

Everett’ weathered face fell into deep contemplation as he closed his eyes. “You must apologize to her. Whether she accepts or not, your sincerity must be genuine.”

Warren’s head snapped up in surprise. After a thoughtful pause, he ventured carefully, “Are you concerned about her mysterious benefactor?”

The truth lay bare—whether it was Warren’s anger toward Diana or Everett’ fury with Warren, everything circled back to the shadowy figure behind Vivienne, someone powerful enough to make them all hesitate. Previous incidents had hinted at Vivienne’s complex background, so they couldn’t act recklessly for the time being. Who could have predicted Diana would ignite such chaos?

Now, reconciliation seemed as distant as the stars, let alone using Vivienne to elevate the Mitchell family’s status.

Everett’ body shook with heavy coughs. “I fear our worst suspicions may be correct…”

The memory of Kason’s warning to Natalie about “provoking the wrong person” hung heavy in the air. If Vivienne was indeed that untouchable figure, wouldn’t the Mitchell family be walking the same path to destruction as the Chambers family?

Warren stared at Everett, his eyes wide with dawning comprehension, a tempest of emotions swirling in their depths.