Marrying My Ex-Fiancé's Cousin のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

Alan froze. His gaze shifted to the transparent folder in her hand, where words like "bullying" and "Sandra" showed faintly through the plastic. They were the same dirt files he had torn up earlier.His expression darkened at once. "You still want to expose these? You still want to go against Sandra? I went to Rosta myself to deal with Helen. She confessed that this had nothing to do with Sandra. Sandra is truly innocent. She never harmed you."Can you be rational for once and stop obsessively hurting a pitiful person? She has already done enough for us."Isolde took in his foolish blindness and hopeless delusion and found the whole thing absurd. "Helen and I never had any grudges. She suddenly envied me enough to want to ruin me? Enough to flee the country? What was she really after? Alan, do you honestly believe that story, or are you just too afraid to investigate who the real mastermind is?"You insist on protecting Sandra. Fine. I don't care. But don't even think about stoppin

The ambulance arrived at once and rushed the severely injured Alan and Tom to the hospital.As his consciousness faded, Alan still forced himself to give Maxime instructions. "Follow them to the police station. Find a way to wipe out all the dirt Isolde has on Sandra."He panted, his words breaking apart. "Remember, keep Isolde at the station for now. We absolutely c-can't let her suffer any harm or grievance. Once I wake up, I'll pick her up myself. Also, it's cold. Bring her a thick blanket.""Yes, Mr. Princeton."…In the interrogation room at the police station, the Pretan officers went through routine questioning and did not probe further about Isolde.They did not say they would prosecute her, nor did they say they would release her.Time crept by. Heavy snow fell outside, and even breathing felt icy.Isolde sat on the iron chair. The frigid metal seeped through her clothes and into her bones, making her shiver uncontrollably.The roughly treated wound on her forehead th

Bruce carried the chill of wind and snow with him. Standing beside him, Isolde could feel the bone-deep cold clinging to his coat.Once his arms closed around her, however, the cold retreated, driven away by the steady warmth radiating from him. Even the chill of the interrogation room seemed to fade.The tension that had gripped Isolde's heart finally loosened. She knew she was safe.Bruce looked down at her, his gaze deep and intent. "You don't look surprised that I came."Isolde smiled faintly. "At least for now, I'm still your wife. Letting your wife go to prison would put quite a stain on your reputation, Prince. You wouldn't allow it."That was why she had remained composed even at the police station, even when Ruth threatened to let her rot in prison. She had known Bruce would get her out. She simply had not expected him to arrive so quickly, or to come in person."Bruce… thank you."Bruce caught the key phrase at once, and his eyes darkened. "At least for now?"Or else?

At that moment, Bruce's steady, pleasant voice sounded at her side. "Start the livestream.""What?" Isolde turned toward him in shock. "What are we even streaming right now?"The paternity report in her hand? That was not the outcome she wanted."As long as you want Alan and Sandra's relationship exposed, it will never stay hidden," Bruce said calmly.He took Isolde by the hand and strode toward the studio.Bruce settled her in the audience area, handed a silver USB drive to the host, and murmured a few quiet instructions.The livestream signal went live at once on every major platform.The broadcast had already been heavily promoted and primed for traffic. The moment it began, viewership surged into the millions and continued to climb by the second.The host did not waste a word and immediately played the contents of the USB drive.Surveillance footage filled the screen. It showed a mourning hall draped in black and white. A pitch-black coffin stood at the center. Outside the

"Maxime…" Alan's voice came out hoarse and dry.Maxime hurried forward. "Mr. Princeton, you're awake.""Give me my phone." Alan spoke with effort, each word tugging painfully at his chest. "What's the situation online now? While I was unconscious, did the heat die down?"Maxime shook his head, his expression grave. "We tried to suppress it. We used every resource we could, but it won't go down. The incident itself is too shocking. The outrage is now sustained entirely by netizens. The spread is too fast, too wide, and…"He paused, his tone growing heavier. "The Prince's side has been pouring money into it nonstop, fanning the flames and forcing every related tag to stay pinned at the top of the trending list."With Bruce working behind the scenes and pushing the situation without regard for cost, even a minor issue could be inflated until the entire world knew about it. Something this explosive never stood a chance of staying contained."Damn it!" Alan cursed.The movement pulle