Chapter 328
Paul was struggling with all his might. He was desperate, and his voice was so hoarse that it began to
hurt.
He was the eldest grandson of the Ellington family and the future heir. How could he risk having a
criminal record? It was a stain he couldn''t wash away, one that would haunt him forever.
Every word Paul spoke was followed by a violent cough. The pain from his fractured ribs was nearly
unbearable.
His mother, Cathy, was in disbelief. She relentlessly pleaded with the police to let him go. "Officers,
there must be some misunderstanding! My boy could nevermit a crime. He''s innocent! It''s all
Vivienne''s doing! She''s trying to frame him! You should be arresting her! She''s the real criminal!"
Cathy was crying and making a scene, but the police paid her no mind and took away a weak-legged
Paul.
She followed them while crying and pounding on the police car, refusing to leave.
The police, citing obstruction of justice, took Cathy along as well.
With Paul and Cathy gone, the Brooks household finally quieted down.
Everyone had been spectators to the drama all night, with each one lost in their thoughts.
"Alright, it''s gettingte." Pa said, clearing her throat to break the silence. "I think we should all get
some rest."
"Hold on." Vivienne looked at her and spoke with an indifferent tone. "You seem to have forgotten
something."
"Right." Ashley added. "They caught the one who kidnapped Thaddeus, but the insider in the Brooks
family hasn''t been found yet."
"An insider?!" Pa immediately lost her temper and began shouting, "Just because those people said
so, you believe them? They''re just trying to deflect the me! No member of the Brooks family would
ever do such things. Stop making false usations!"
"No one said it was you." Judith retorted while giving Pa a sidelong nce. "Why are you so
defensive?"
"Maybe she feels guilty." Carl hinted. "She''s always disliked Vivienne, so it''s not surprising that she''s
involved in this mess."
"Nonsense!" Pa was about to lose her cool. "A video can''t prove anything! It''s all a lie!"
"But Paul has been taken away by the police." Ashley looked at Judith''s expression. "Could this all be
fake?"
Everyone knew Pa''s bias against Vivienne, and now there was video evidence to boot.
Although no one directly used her, her sudden hostility suggested a guilty conscience.
"Thaddeus." Vivienne didn''t say much and just gently touched Thaddeus'' head. "Tell me, who took you
away from here?"
Thaddeus looked up at her, then nced fearfully at the others. "Sis... I..."
"You don''t need to be afraid." Judithforted him gently. "Your grandmother will back you up. Just tell
the truth."
"It was... it was..." Thaddeus hesitated, but after finding courage from Vivienne’s presence, he finally
spoke. "It was Pa."
"You''re lying!" Pa immediately rushed over and attempted to hit him. "Who taught you to say these
things?! It''s Vivienne; it must be Vivienne!"
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Percival grabbed Pa''s hand and shoved her aside.
Pa stumbled and fell, twisting her ankle and instantly turning pale from pain.
"The truth is out. Do you still want to deny it, Pa?" Carl challenged her. "I didn’t expect you, of all
people, to be so cruel!"
Judith was utterly disappointed. "Thaddeus is just a child. Why would he lie?!"
"You''ve made so many mistakes, and we, as a family, have always turned a blind eye. But now you''re
helping outsiders hurt your own family?! How could you betray us like this?!"
"Mom!" Pa''s eyes were bloodshot as she red at Vivienne, wishing she could tear her apart at this
very moment. "Don’t you know? It''s all Vivienne''s fault! She''s ruined our family! She''s back, but my
Katara is still missing!"
"How could you still be harping on about this?!" Judith couldn''tprehend her anymore. "Scott''s
mistake was unintentional, and he''s been trying his best to help you find her all these years. How can
you me everything on him and even drag Vivienne into it?!"
Was a simple apology for an unintentional mistake supposed to ease her hatred?
She lost her precious daughter. She hadn''t seen her for years, and she didn''t even know if she was
well. How could she not hate them?
"Tell me!" Pa''s voice was sharp. It pierced their ears like a needle. "Where is my daughter?! Give me
back my daughter!"
Vivienne frowned and looked at her without any expression on her face. "You''re asking me about your
daughter’s whereabouts?"
"You know! You must know!" Pa screamed as her veins bulged. Her expression was somewhat
ferocious. "My Katara lived in Havenwood. Her name there is Arabe Hawthorn! She was adopted by
your foster parents!"
She had gone to Havenwood to find Katara and confirmed that Arabe was her daughter. But she
didn''t know where she had gone.
Thest person to see Arabe was Tristan.
Tristan was Scott''s adopted son, and Vivienne''s mother saved his life when he was young.
Connecting the timing of Arabe''s disappearance with Vivienne, Pa concluded that Vivienne must
have ordered Tristan to harm Arabe.
She hated Scott, hated Tristan, and hated Vivienne even more.
If it weren''t for Vivienne, her Katara would still be the littledy of the Brooks family, living a life of
luxury.
It was all Vivienne''s doing. She was the one who destroyed Katara''s happiness.
She was the one responsible for Katara''s current predicament. Her whereabouts were unknown. She
was suffering somewhere out there.
Vivienne blinked. A hint of surprise flickered in her eyes while Percival, by her side, frowned slightly, as
if he were trying to make sense of something.
“Pa, are you sure? Arabe is really your daughter?” Judith asked as her voice trembled with
disbelief.
She hadn’t forgotten the way Arabe had behaved when they first brought her home.
“Of course, I’m sure!” Pa’s voice was hoarse from shouting. “I’ve been searching for her for so many
years. Do you think I wouldn’t recognize my own daughter?!”
“Let’s not forget what Arabe has done.” Carl immediately jumped in. “She deceived us by tampering
with the DNA tests multiple times, all to be the heiress of the Brooks family. She was lying right up until
the end.”
“Arabe was tricked too!” Pa wasn’t listening. All she wanted was her daughter. “Give me back my
daughter! Give me back my Katara!”
She tried to get up to throttle Vivienne, but her twisted ankle was swollen like a loaf of bread. It
throbbed with pain at the slightest movement.
“I couldn’t care less about where Arabe is.” Vivienne crossed her arms. Each word was a p to
Pa’s face. “But as for your fate, I know it all too well.”