Chapter 93: Chapter 93

After dinner, Victoria Sinclair went to the bathroom.

When she came out, she saw her stepmother, Catherine Ingram.

Although she was Eugene Vaughn’s stepmother, she treated him as her own, whether genuinely or not, but at least on the surface, she was quite attentive.

Victoria greeted her politely, "Mom."

Catherine smiled gently and said softly, "Your dad is waiting for you in the study, you should go over."

Victoria paused slightly, then nodded.

When Catherine was about to leave, Victoria called her, "Mom, I have something to ask you."

Catherine turned back, "What is it?"

"How did you know about my lawsuit for divorce?"

Catherine was briefly stunned, "Oh, that, I heard it from Vivian."

Victoria ran it through her mind. She believed Angela and thought Eugene wouldn’t have said anything, so it must have been Miles Shaw.

The last time Eugene got drunk and was brought home by Miles, she had mentioned the lawsuit for divorce.

Catherine said calmly, "I respect the choices of you young people."

With that, she continued to walk away.

Victoria sighed softly and headed to the study.

Harold Vaughn stood with his hands in his pockets, looking out at the night view through the window.

When he saw Victoria come in, he immediately closed the window, drew the curtains, then walked to the door and locked it, "Have a seat."

His every move was extremely cautious and serious.

Victoria sat down on the sofa.

Harold walked over to her, "Give me your phone."

Victoria was puzzled and looked at him with confusion.

Harold’s old face was stern, his attitude serious, "Don’t you want those few things?"

Victoria felt uneasy inside, looking at the locked study door and the tightly shut window, feeling somewhat anxious.

To retrieve the virus monkeys, she compromised and took out her phone to hand it to him.

Harold took her phone and turned it off directly.

After switching it off, he tossed it onto the coffee table.

Then he sat in front of Victoria, crossed his legs, took out his phone to leisurely press out a video, and asked nonchalantly, "Filed for divorce?"

"Good, I’ll use my connections to speed up the process of your divorce case."

"Can I have the monkeys back?" Victoria clenched her fists, forcing down her anger.

"Don’t rush," Harold handed his phone to Victoria, "Look at the situation."

Victoria took the phone he handed over.

On the screen, five monkeys were enclosed in a glass cage, frantically screeching and violently biting, leaping up and down.

Victoria was shocked, anxiously urging, "Quickly return them to me, if this continues, they will die."

Harold snatched back the phone, deleted the video, and pocketed it, "I asked you what the situation was."

Victoria’s inner resentment grew more intense, yet she had to submit.

"In addition to the contagious virus, they also have a very rare disease that has been controlled with medication."

"Give me the medication."

"The medication is still in development, I can’t give it to you."

Harold looked at her slyly, lightly tapping his finger on his thigh, scoffing with a cold smile, "Afraid I’ll steal your formula?"

Victoria was unflinching, "It’s not impossible, after all, hiring people from my company to steal virus monkeys is such a shameless act, what else can’t you do?"

Harold’s face changed dramatically, dark as ink, anger clenched his fists, veins bulging on his neck, his chest heaving, flames of extreme rage rising, his eyes seemingly about to shoot fire.

Victoria gazed at him fearlessly.

Having gone so far as to steal virus monkeys to force her to divorce, she no longer saw him as family and would not give him the slightest respect.

And Victoria Sinclair was always clear about love and hate, even with the best temper and the softest character, on major matters of principle, her boundaries and principles were very clear.

Harold repressed his anger, his mouth twitching, word by word, "Don’t you want to get those monkeys back?"

Victoria remained resolute, "I’ve already promised you, I will divorce your son."

Harold sneered coldly, then suddenly laughed.

His dry laughter was chilling, with a hint of sarcasm.

Victoria looked at him, puzzled.

Harold uncrossed his legs, leaned towards her, staring down at her disdainfully, "I told him a long time ago, you are not worthy to be the daughter-in-law of The Vaughn Family. For the sake of your career, you can easily abandon him, abandon your marriage, while he foolishly tries to retain you by abandoning the family business."

Victoria was stunned, "What do you mean? Eugene is leaving the Vaughn Group?"

"Seems like you really didn’t know," Harold smirked with sarcasm, shaking his head and sighing, stood up, walked to the bar, slowly poured a glass of whiskey, saying, "On the day Vivian attempted suicide, I gave him two choices, divorce and stay with Vivian or leave the Vaughn Group and not inherit any assets." Thᴇ link to the origɪn of this information rᴇsts ɪn novel·fire.net

Victoria’s heart twinged, an inexplicable dull pain, her body stiffened, not moving.

Harold took a sip of his drink, then returned to the sofa, "He chose the latter."

Victoria’s chest felt clogged and uncomfortable, her eyes inexplicably moist.

Since Vivian’s last suicide attempt, some time had passed, she was completely unaware that Eugene had already left the Vaughn Group.

In hindsight, the issue with Renee not renewing the contract with the Vaughn Group seemed to have found a rational explanation.

Eugene didn’t deceive her, it was just that he no longer had the power to handle Renee’s matters.

Victoria took a deep breath, feigning calmness, "I recall that in the past, Vaughn Group’s performance was just average. It’s only since Eugene took over and under his management that it has reached today’s powerful position. You and a group of large shareholders at the Vaughn Group driving him away is your loss. He’ll have more time and energy to manage his Kyanite Pharmaceuticals, and I believe given time, he’ll definitely lead Kyanite to surpass Vaughn."

Harold scoffed, "Arrogant, you’re just like that reckless eldest son of mine."

Victoria has always been confident in herself.

At this moment, she inexplicably believed in Eugene as well, calmly stating, "If you let Ethan manage the company, you will regret it."

With that, Victoria picked up her phone and stood up, "If there’s nothing else, I’ll be leaving."

"Aren’t you afraid I’ll release those monkeys?"

"Afraid," Victoria said, her lips bitter and her eyes filled with disgust, "that’s why I agreed with you, I will divorce Eugene. If you still want to greedily take my yet-to-be-developed new drug formula, I must decline."

Harold stood up, threatening, "Have you considered the consequences if a virus from your lab’s monkeys spreads?"

Of course, she had considered it. If a large-scale virus outbreak endangered people’s lives, it would mean nothing less than imprisonment.

Victoria remained unfazed, her tone as firm as steel, "I hope to see the monkeys safely returned to my lab before the divorce case goes to court, otherwise, I will not divorce."

Harold’s face darkened, surprised and furious, "On what grounds do you dare to threaten me?"

Victoria, feeling she had nothing to lose, retorted, "On grounds that I’m still Harold Vaughn’s daughter-in-law, and if you dare play tricks, not only will I not divorce, but I’ll have a child with Eugene. I want to see how The Vaughn Family, a prestigious family, handles having a criminal, how you, Harold Vaughn, handle having a daughter-in-law in jail, how your eldest son deals with having a wife in jail, and how your eldest grandson deals with having a mother in jail. This stain will follow your family for three generations."

Harold was trembling with rage, his face contorted, the veins on his forehead popping out again.

He, usually so authoritative and domineering, was driven to the brink by Victoria Sinclair, a seemingly gentle and timid woman, to the point of bursting a blood vessel.

Momentarily, he was at a loss, biting his back teeth unable to retort.

Victoria remained calm, "Divorce is my biggest concession, know when to quit, greed will only end in mutual destruction, and there will be no winner in the end."

Saying this, Victoria left the study.

As the door closed behind her, she heard the sound of a glass being smashed, feeling Harold’s thunderous rage even through the closed door.