Chapter 393: She Can Never Be Seen Through

Nora gritted her teeth, then looked at Crystal. “Crystal, Jean’s method is really good; just take the pain and cut your wrist.”

When Crystal saw the sharp knife, she recoiled in fear. “Mom, I’m afraid of pain! I’m afraid of pain!” Nora gripped Crystal’s shoulder and shook her. “Crystal, think of Elvis. Would you rather give Elvis to Olive? When Olive becomes Mrs. Augustine, will you feel better? As long as you cut it lightly, Elvis will be yours!”

Crystal’s beautiful face paled; her gaze darted from Nora to Jean, Mr. Paulo, and Charlotte. They all stared at her, urging silently, “Crystal, hurry up, quickly cut your wrist!”

Crystal wanted to cry, but her legs gave way, and she collapsed onto the carpet.

That evening, Crystal was rushed to the hospital. An ambulance siren wailed across the city, seemingly dragging Crystal through the Imperial district. All media reporters were ordered to work overtime, their cameras swarming the hospital, overwhelming the security guards.

In the VIP ward, Crystal’s wrist wound was bandaged, but her suicidal intent remained. The cut was deep; blood seeped through the white bandage. Her pretty face was ashen. Clad in a blue and white striped gown, she cried, “Mom, why did you save me? Let me die… Ah… I don’t want to live anymore! Elvis doesn’t want me anymore… I loved him for years, became his fiancée, and now I’m annulled—the last to know!”

Tears streamed down Nora’s face, but she controlled her emotions. “Crystal, don’t get upset. I believe Elvis is just temporarily infatuated; he’ll change his mind.”

“Mom, where’s Olive? I’m going to beg her—beg her to give me Elvis. I love him so much; I can’t live without him.”

Reporters, blocked by bodyguards, witnessed the unfolding drama, their sniffles echoing the family’s misery.

Indignation filled the air.

“Olive is terrible! She forced Crystal to attempt suicide!”

“I heard Crystal’s voice. The annulment was Mr. Augustine’s unilateral decision.”

“It’s disgusting! I’ve never seen such an arrogant homewrecker!”

Mr. Paulo arrived, his somber face a stark contrast to his black suit. The reporters surged forward.

“Mr. Paulo, your granddaughter attempted suicide. What do you think of the love triangle between Elvis, Olive, and Crystal?”

Staff intervened. “Sorry, Mr. Paulo just returned from a business trip; we’re not commenting.”

Mr. Paulo entered the ward, his weary, heartbroken back leaving a lasting impression.

News of Crystal’s suicide attempt exploded across entertainment and royal circles, and the internet. Crystal enjoyed immense popularity; online forums erupted, discussing how to punish Olive.

In Augustine’s CEO office, Secretary Andrew reported, “President, Crystal’s suicide attempt has caused a frenzy. People are gathering outside Miss Hart’s house, intending to destroy it.”

Elvis, impeccably dressed in a white shirt and black trousers, stood before the floor-to-ceiling windows, bathed in sunlight. He remained silent.

Andrew, hesitant, asked, “President, public opinion is lethal. Should we send someone to take Miss Hart abroad? Should we avoid the attention?”

Elvis leaned forward, hand in pocket, his deep gaze fixed on Andrew. “Do you think Olive is a coward?”

Andrew protested, “But Crystal’s method was cruel. Miss Hart will struggle to recover. Staying at Imperial could endanger her life!”

Elvis pursed his lips. “I don’t know how she’ll react. I just know she doesn’t need my help.”

He recalled their conversation that night in the bar, her sly fox-like gaze. “Do you think the Paulo family will break off the engagement so easily?” She’d foreseen this, and devised a countermeasure. What would it be? He wondered.

At the Augustine residence, Alden, Alpha’s butler, reported the situation.

Alpha mused, “Aiden, how do you think Olive will react to this danger?”

Aiden replied, “In Los Angeles, I clashed with Miss Hart. She’s smart, cold, clear-minded, and simple, yet utterly inscrutable.”

Alpha nodded; it was the first time Aiden had offered such praise. “Boss, what do you think?” Aiden asked.

Alpha pondered, “The Paulo family’s actions pushed her to the brink. It’s time for her counterattack; otherwise, she’ll disappoint me.” He eagerly awaited Olive’s response.

At the Paulo residence, Jean, having formulated his plan, remained uninterested in further involvement. A phone call informed him of the angry mob converging on Hart’s house. A cold smile played on his lips; he anticipated a captivating spectacle.