Chapter 487

The officers exchanged glances before nodding at Vivian's request. They filed out of the interrogation room, leaving only Vivian and Cassandra inside.

Every word, every movement was still being monitored.

Cassandra remained haughty despite the handcuffs. A sinister chuckle escaped her lips. "Did you really think sending them away would make me talk?"

Her laughter turned icy. "I targeted your son to hurt you. Seeing you suffer brings me joy. Why would I stop now?"

"Suffer?" Vivian leaned back casually, a mocking smile playing on her lips. "What gave you that idea? My son is brilliant. He'll find his way back before you know it."

Her eyes hardened. "But you? Once I press charges, you'll rot in prison for life. Pitiful, really."

Cassandra's smirk faltered for a split second before she scoffed. "Clever, yes. But no match for the man who has him now. Wake up, Vivian. Face reality."

Vivian's knuckles whitened as Cassandra leaned in, whispering, "Go home. Order a tiny coffin instead. Give him a proper send-off."

"Shut your mouth!"

Vivian snapped. In one swift motion, she lunged, fingers closing around Cassandra's throat. Her eyes burned with lethal intent.

"Death wish? I'll grant it."

Cassandra gasped, face flushing, yet she choked out a laugh. "Do it! Ruin your life too! Nathaniel will never forgive you. I'll live forever in his heart!"

Vivian's grip loosened slightly at the name.

"Nathaniel Blackwood?" Her voice dripped with disdain. "He's dead. Bringing him up now is pathetic."

Cassandra staggered as if struck. "Liar!"

Vivian released her, coldly observing her shock. "Your protector is gone. No one’s saving you now." She tilted her head. "Tell me where Adrian is, and I might drop the charges."

"Never!" Cassandra screamed, tears streaming. "Nathaniel was untouchable! This is a trick!"

Vivian shrugged. "Believe what you want." She turned toward the door. "You threw away your chance. Don’t cry about it later."

The officers outside tensed as Vivian emerged.

"Any leads?" one asked.

Vivian offered a faint, unreadable smile. "Just a misunderstanding. Release Ms. Delacroix immediately."

They gaped. "But she kidnapped your son!"

Vivian arched a brow. "Adrian played a prank. He called the police because he knew we didn’t get along." She sighed. "I’ve found him. To apologize for the trouble, I’ll donate $150,000 to this precinct."

The officers exchanged bewildered looks.

"But—"

Vivian was already walking away.