His Ruthlessness

Shortly after Vivian left, Bryan returned for a visit.

He glanced upstairs, his expression stern, and then left with a determined look that seemed capable of murder.

During dinner, Bryan had not yet returned.

Auntie Tess, concerned, decided to call Madam Evans.

"What... disfigured?"

Madam Evans exclaimed.

"He hasn't come back yet," Auntie Tess replied.

"Alright, I see."

After hanging up, Auntie Tess's complexion turned pale, and she clutched her chest.

Eve took care of the two children during dinner without asking many questions.

However, she knew Bryan's nature and understood that he would not go easy on Vivian.

In his youth, Bryan was exceptionally rebellious, involved in delinquency, and even gained notoriety.

Just when everyone, including his parents, thought he was headed down a dark path, he suddenly turned his life around. He reentered senior high school, and the following year, secured admission to the best medical school.

Later, he excelled internationally, studied abroad, joined the most elite medical team, and became a renowned cardiac surgeon before returning to lead the Northern City Hospital.

Although he was now a doctor, the ruthlessness within him persisted, maintaining influence in both legal and illegal circles in A City.

"Why did Vivian go to that room upstairs?" Auntie Tess scrutinized Eve.

Eve pursed her lips and decided not to conceal anything, recounting the incident in the afternoon when Vivian neglected Dave's care, almost causing him to fall into the fish pond.

"Bryan ordered someone to cut Vivian's face."

Eve shivered at the thought of Vivian slashing the face in the photo.

Bryan, indeed, had a streak of madness.

"For the sake of the two children, I had no choice."

Auntie Tess sighed, "When Bryan returns, hide in your room and don't come out."

"Auntie Tess, thank you."

"I'm not doing it for you," Auntie Tess said, casting a glance at the two children.

At night, Eve put the two children to bed early.

Sensing that Bryan hadn't returned yet, she returned to her room and locked the door intentionally.

Although she couldn't escape punishment entirely, delaying it would likely temper his anger.

As the night grew deeper without Bryan's return, Eve gradually relaxed.

He probably wouldn't come back.

It was only then that Eve realized she was drenched in cold sweat, and her nightgown clung to her.

Entering the bathroom, Eve filled the bathtub with water. Just as she settled in, the door banged open.

The locked door had been kicked open.

Before she could get up, Bryan entered the bathroom.

He wore a black pinstripe suit, a white shirt with the top two buttons undone, disheveled hair falling behind, and held a cigarette in his mouth.

Without glasses, his phoenix-like eyes were slightly upturned, reddened by the scent of alcohol, exuding a sinister aura.

"You... you're back?"

Eve stammered.

Bryan smirked, sitting on the edge of the bathtub with a chilling air.

He grabbed the back of Eve's neck, squeezing gently but firmly.

Through the water mist and the smoke of his cigarette, Eve saw his icy and intense gaze.

"Bryan, let me explain..."

"Shut up!"

Bryan took the cigarette from his mouth and flicked it into the bathtub.

Then, he chuckled a low and ominous laugh.

"She said she wanted to tour the villa, I just warned her not to enter that room. I... hmm!"

Bryan suddenly gripped Eve's chin.

"I fucking told you to shut up!"

Eve wanted to explain, but the more she tried to speak, the less Bryan allowed it.

His grip on her chin was strong, preventing her from breaking free.

At that moment, a sudden pain struck her chest, and her heartbeat accelerated, growing faster and faster...