CHAPTER 218: CHAPTER 218: SILAS HAWTHORNE’S BOLD CONFESSION

The Hillside Villa, Vera Hansen placed the vase on the table, the live broadcast camera following her.

The entire master bedroom was revealed in the camera.

Huge floor-to-ceiling windows, the light and view were excellent.

A row of wardrobes were now open, containing only cool-toned men’s suits, no women’s clothes.

But from the obvious gap beside the men’s suits, it was clear that someone else’s clothes were once here, only taken away.

Against the wall was a double bed that looked very comfortable. Everyone knew this was once Serena Sterling and Julian Lawson’s marriage bed.

And beside this marriage bed, there was a bedside table.

On the bedside table sat a bottle of perfume.

Vera Hansen with the vase walked up to this bedside table.

"How about putting it here?" Vera Hansen murmured to herself, seemingly actually searching for a place for the bouquet.

The assistant hurriedly approached with her equipment to photograph the bedside table.

"Chanel No. 5," Vera Hansen said, picking up the perfume.

Stealing Serena Sterling’s man, spraying Serena Sterling’s perfume, in Serena Sterling’s bridal room, lying on Serena Sterling’s marriage bed?

Vera Hansen was pondering this when she noticed a gap in the first drawer of the bedside table, as though it had been opened but not securely closed.

She came here stealthily; her people only unlocked the door in advance to prevent Julian Lawson from changing the password, without noticing what the bedside table held.

"What’s this?" Vera Hansen said, catching her assistant’s attention, directing the live broadcast camera at that drawer.

Then, under the barrage of comments urging her on, Vera Hansen reached for the handle and fully opened the drawer.

The camera broadcast the entire contents of the drawer.

Inside the drawer was only one piece of paper.

On the paper was written a sentence —

[The wedding ring returned to you, I’ve left.]

The note was signed by Serena Sterling, with the date nearly two months ago when she left.

This was the piece of paper Julian Lawson didn’t find on the day he coughed up blood.

It had been quietly lying in the bedside table all along.

There were faint marks left from the ring that had been resting there for a long time.

The comment section exploded.

The note and its date indicated that Serena Sterling left cleanly, not one for entanglement.

[I don’t know why, looking at this bridal room and this note, I suddenly feel a bit sad, like I’ve really witnessed the disappearance of love.] This was the most liked comment.

Vera Hansen had no time to check the comments.

"Wedding ring?" she muttered, then placed the note and the perfume together on the table, looking further inside. "Where’s the wedding ring?"

Vera Hansen thought, if she could still wear Serena Sterling’s wedding ring, could it drive Serena Sterling mad?

But the drawer was empty, aside from the piece of paper taken out, nothing else remained.

Vera Hansen closed this drawer, intending to open the next one, when suddenly —

"Boom!"

The door was violently pushed open, slamming against the wall.

Vera Hansen turned back, followed by the camera.

Then she saw Secretary Chaucer and Ian Yates rushing in with a large group.

Secretary Chaucer moved quickly, seeing the camera, he made a beeline, snatching the broadcasting equipment, cutting off the live stream.

Meanwhile, the audience in the live broadcast room didn’t know what was happening, only seeing Secretary Chaucer appear in the view, followed by a jolt of the camera.

Then stuck on the paper and the bottle of perfume on the bedside table.

At the same time, on the Hawthorne Group’s side.

As Vera Hansen entered the master bedroom, Serena Sterling was already on her way out.

She had already contacted Silas Hawthorne.

She could see Silas Hawthorne standing not far away.

The live broadcast camera followed her all the way, with slight bumpy shaking.

Behind Silas Hawthorne was a golden river and endless sunflower fields.

He stood there smiling, waiting for her arrival.

Finally, Serena Sterling reached this platform.

The third venue was actually a counter, only decorated to be unrecognizable.

And the location for the Polaroid photo, was the platform where Silas Hawthorne was now standing.

It belonged to the outdoors, with a crowd of onlookers not far away.

"Here you are." Silas Hawthorne extended his large hand.

Serena Sterling placed her hand in his palm.

"Yes, I’m here." she said, stepping onto the platform with his strength.

The Polaroid was ready beside her, the Hillside Villa had sent out a loud bang of a door slamming against the wall.

In the next moment, Silas Hawthorne kissed Serena Sterling’s lips amidst the online and offline crowd’s gaze.

"Click!"

The Polaroid captured the scene.

Meanwhile, the linked live broadcast room beside Vera Hansen’s screen froze at the note—[The wedding ring returned to you, I’ve left.]

The two images juxtaposed at this moment, strikingly impactful.

Live, someone watching the broadcast screamed out loud.

But before the scream could wane, another sound drowned it out.

"Whir...whir..."

The loud noise of helicopter rotors drowned out everything.

Gusts of wind stirred, the sunflower fields swayed under the breeze.

Only the large wedding photo frame in the middle of the flower field gleamed golden in the sunlight.

The crowd instinctively looked up.

Then they saw on the helipad of the opposite rooftop, a helicopter was slowly landing there.

And then—

"Oh my god, it’s Julian Lawson!"

"Julian Lawson arrived by helicopter!"

Waves of screams.

The wind from the rotor tousled Julian Lawson’s hair as he got off the helicopter, casting a glance this way from afar.

Silas Hawthorne and Serena Sterling had already separated.

Now, Silas Hawthorne also looked towards Julian Lawson, the two of them facing each other from afar.

Julian Lawson pursed his lips tightly, turned back, and headed into the building. Before long, the crowd saw Julian Lawson descending rapidly in the transparent elevator outside the building.

His gaze was locked on this side.

He looked at Silas Hawthorne, then at Serena Sterling, who remained turned away, never looking back, with a hint of sadness in his eyes.

As for Serena Sterling.

Serena Sterling looked at the live broadcast camera, took the photo from the Polaroid, calmly walked to the frame beside.

The camera followed her.

She inserted the photo into the frame.

Then looked at the live broadcast camera.

"This is what I’ve brought to the third venue," she said.

"The first two venues were the past, and this venue is the present."

In the live broadcast, she could see the crowd automatically clearing a path.

She smiled, holding tightly onto Silas Hawthorne’s hand beside her.

"The current me, has already stepped out of the shadows."

She said, "Let me announce something to everyone."

Serena Sterling looked up, met Silas Hawthorne’s gaze, and they smiled at each other.

"We’re together," Silas Hawthorne began, "now, Serena Sterling is my girlfriend."

Vera Hansen’s live broadcast interface was inexplicably stuck on that note.

Behind Serena’s live broadcast camera, Julian Lawson stood in the path the crowd cleared.

They finally announced their relationship publicly.

It wasn’t just words; it was proclaimed to the public.

Just like when she released their divorce certificate before.

The sunshine was perfect, the ground covered in gold, shining brightly on the happiness of Serena Sterling and Silas Hawthorne.

It seemed like it was not yet the end.

Julian Lawson suddenly had a bad premonition.

He suddenly felt very afraid.