The Hide and Seek Game That Lasted a Lifetime novel Chapter 35

Chapter 7

Charles’s voice softened unexpectedly as he noticed the injuries on Vivian’s fingers.

“You’ve endured so much. Thank you, Vivian,” he murmured gently.

He brushed tender kisses across her forehead, his tone low and heavy with emotion.

“Last night… Evan was diagnosed with acute myeloid leukemia,” he revealed quietly.

Vivian felt her heart leap sharply in her chest.

“I need to be by his side during this difficult time,” Charles continued. “Vivian, I hope you understand what it means to be a father. I’ve hired the best doctors for him and brought in the finest medications money can buy. Please, focus on your recovery. Once Evan gets better, I’ll send both of you abroad. Everything you’ve suffered—I promise I’ll make it up to you. Okay?”

Before Vivian could find her voice to respond, he turned abruptly and hurried away.

She reached for the ointment and carefully applied it to her wounded fingers.

The pain was faint, almost nonexistent now, yet her tears continued to fall relentlessly.

All of this—her battered body, her fractured family—was because she loved him.

Charles, what could you possibly offer to compensate for all this pain?

For the next two weeks, Vivian didn’t see him at all.

She stuck to her treatment plan with unwavering determination, and before long, her eyesight was fully restored.

On that day, without telling Charles, she checked herself out of the hospital and returned home.

She began the painful process of packing up her life in that house.

The anniversary photos they had taken each year—she fed them one by one into the shredder, her face blank and emotionless.

The half-knitted scarf they had once worked on together—she carefully rolled it up and dropped it into the trash without hesitation.

The sticky notes covering the fridge—she peeled them off one after another, as if erasing every memory.

Only after the house was stripped bare did Vivian pull out a package hidden beneath the bed.

Inside was a set of miniature surveillance cameras, sent by her godmother.

Climbing up the ladder, she discreetly installed the cameras in every hidden corner of the villa.

If Charles refused to let her call the police, if he blocked her from seeking justice for her parents through legal channels—

Then she would find her own way.

One day, the truth would be revealed.

Mom… Dad… just a little longer. Dawn is coming.

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