Farewell to Love: The CEO's Desperate Chase novel Chapter 306

They accepted the Victory Banner Spirits, and Christian asked the waiter to thank Theodore on their behalf.

“You’ve got the best business partners ever!” Joyce remarked, eyeing the bottle.

Christian just grinned, honestly not quite sure why things had gone so smoothly.

“Maybe they were just overwhelmed by my charm,” he joked at last, laughing.

Emilia glanced at the bottle but said nothing.

The others had already opened the spirits, and laughter filled the private room.

Meanwhile, across town at Lunar Manor—

Bzzz. Bzzz. Bzzz.

The only light in Tyler’s room was the pale moonshine filtering through the window. Suddenly, his phone, lying on the floor, started to vibrate violently.

He lifted his head slowly, hesitated for a moment, then tapped to answer.

“What is it?” His voice was tired, drained.

“Mr. Erickson, something’s wrong—Miss Vivienne—” The anxious voice of the nurse crackled on the line.

An Aston Martin sped through the night.

Jaw clenched, Tyler drove straight to Vivienne’s apartment building and rushed upstairs.

The nurse opened the door in a panic, her voice trembling as she led the way. “She’s been in there almost half an hour, and she won’t open no matter how hard I knock. I checked—one of the kitchen knives is missing!”

Tyler followed her to the bathroom door.

“Vivienne!” He knocked, calling her name.

No answer.

“Open the door!” he called again, pounding harder.

Still nothing.

Backing up two steps, Tyler kicked the bathroom door with all his strength.

With a loud crash, the door flew open—and there was Vivienne, lying in the bathtub, blood streaming from her wrists.

“Miss Vivienne!” the nurse shrieked.

“Don’t come any closer!” Vivienne hadn’t expected anyone to break in. She sobbed, clutching the knife, wild-eyed and desperate, making the nurse freeze in her tracks.

“Why did you come, Tyler…” she choked.

She watched him desperately, still weeping, searching his face for any sign of comfort.

“You never even touched me…”

“Even after you left her, you still refused to marry me.”

“The way you look at her—it’s never the way you look at me…”

Her sobs tore through the small bathroom. Eyes red, she stared at Tyler, who just stood there, silent, eyes downcast.

When he still didn’t comfort her, Vivienne’s brows knitted in pain. She squirmed, hoping to make the blood flow faster, and cried harder:

“If it weren’t for me dying, you would never have stayed with me in the first place.”

“Tyler…”

“If the act is over, maybe it’s time to let the curtain fall.”

Vivienne’s breath came in ragged gasps, sobbing so hard she could barely speak. Tyler said nothing, just pressed down on her wrists to stem the bleeding.

Seeing he still wouldn’t say a word, Vivienne’s eyes flashed with anger, quickly masked by more tears. She sobbed, voice breaking:

“I was already dying anyway. What difference does it make if I go a little sooner?”