Chapter 590

Chapter 590:

“That’s really not necessary,” he said, keeping his tone casual. “You’ve got a lot on your plate already. And Averi still needs you.”

“I’ll manage. I can finish my work tomorrow, and Carol can look after Averi for the night.” She crossed her arms, her decision final. “So that’s that.”

A warmth spread through Alex’s chest at her unwavering stance, though he played it off with a resigned sigh. “Well, if you’re that determined… I guess I’ll have to trouble you then.”

Sadie didn’t waste another second. She pulled out her phone and tapped out a message to her driver.

“No need to pick me up. I’m staying at the hospital tonight.”

With that settled, she pocketed her phone and immediately busied herself, checking the room, adjusting Alex’s blanket—doing anything to make herself useful.

At the Quinn family’s villa, the moment Vivi stepped through the grand entrance, a blur of motion shot toward her. Instinct took over. She twisted to the side just in time.

CRASH! A cup shattered against the floor, jagged shards skidding across the polished marble at her feet.

Moses stood rigid, his face red with fury, his finger trembling as he pointed at her. “You’ve got a lot of nerve walking back into this house!” he bellowed. “Plagiarism? Do you have any idea what you’ve done? You’ve disgraced our family—dragged our name through the filth!”

“Dad, I—I swear, I didn’t!” Vivi said, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Still lying?” Moses’s voice rose to a roar, his eyes ablaze with fury. “The entire internet is flooded with your scandal! Do you have any idea the humiliation I’ve suffered? How am I supposed to explain this to the Olson family?”

Vivi went still. The mention of the Olson family sent a chill crawling up her spine.

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“Dad, I told you—I’m not marrying Anson!”

Moses’s rage ignited like dry tinder. “You think you have a say in this?” His voice cut like a whip. “You’ll do as you’re told!”

The shrill sound of his phone slashed through the air before he could finish.

Moses inhaled sharply, his fury momentarily caged. He glanced at the screen—Damian.

His posture stiffened. A flicker of unease passed over his face before he forced on a fake smile and pressed the phone to his ear. “Hey, Damian! My dear friend!”

“Moses, I’ve heard about Vivi’s… situation,” Damian said, his words laced with quiet authority.

Moses swallowed, a bead of sweat forming at his temple. He had no choice but to push forward. “Damian, this is nothing but a misunderstanding! You know Vivi’s talent—she would never plagiarize. Someone is clearly trying to bring her down!”

A low chuckle crackled through the receiver.

“Whether it’s true or not is irrelevant now.” Damian’s voice was cool, detached. “My family cannot accept a granddaughter-in-law with a scandal-ridden reputation. Moses, don’t take this personally, but if Vivi’s name isn’t cleared, consider the engagement off.”

Moses felt a jolt of panic, cold sweat breaking out along his forehead.

With Vivi’s situation as it was, any hope of securing a marriage with Noah was already lost. The Quinn family’s ambitions, their future, all hinged on this connection to the Olsons now. Without it, their social standing would plummet.

Desperate, he rushed to placate Damian.

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