Chapter 411

Kevin Reynolds had an extensive network in Newport City. His outgoing personality granted him access to privileged information. Tracing someone's family history was effortless for him, regardless of their social standing.

"William Carter? Absolutely!" Kevin's voice crackled with excitement through the phone. "Give me ten minutes. I'll compile his entire dossier for you."

"Much appreciated. I'll wait." Vivian Lockhart ended the call, her brow furrowing.

Though she'd initially approved of William, lingering doubts gnawed at her. The man's apparent flawlessness only heightened her suspicions. She needed a thorough background check!

While waiting, Vivian headed to the children's department on the third floor. Shopping for her twins had become her greatest joy since their birth. Today, she sought adorable new outfits for her little ones.

"This one...and this...oh, definitely this!" Vivian swiftly selected six ensembles, instructing the sales associate to wrap them. The employee scrambled to accommodate the substantial order.

As Vivian turned to leave, she collided with Nathaniel Blackwood and Cassandra Delacroix.

Her stomach dropped. 'Just my luck...'

Cassandra leaned weakly against Nathaniel, tears glistening in her eyes. But upon spotting Vivian, her demeanor transformed instantly. With wild eyes, she launched forward, fingers clawing at Vivian's throat like a woman possessed.

"Fate smiles on me today - my son's death anniversary!" Cassandra shrieked. "I'll avenge him by killing you!"

Caught off-balance with arms full of packages, Vivian stood defenseless.

"Cassandra! Release her!" Nathaniel barked, attempting to intervene.

But Cassandra's hysteria granted her unnatural strength. Despite her frail physique, she maintained a viselike grip on Vivian's neck, making separation difficult.

"You murdered my child! You stole my motherhood!" Cassandra's nails drew blood as Vivian's face reddened, gasping for air.

Abruptly, the pressure vanished. Vivian gulped oxygen, turning to see Cassandra limp in Nathaniel's arms.

"She fainted on her own! Don't you dare blame me," Vivian rasped, massaging her bruised throat while backing away. "Why isn't she moving? Tell me she's still breathing..."