All Chapters of The Perfect Wife Walked Away: Chapter 201 - Chapter 209

[Alice’s POV]3:15 p.m. The school doors swung open.The children poured out like beans spilled from a bag — big and small, tall and short, carrying colorful backpacks. Some were laughing, some were running, and some were racing their friends to see who could reach the gate first. Parents waited outside the gate, craning their necks to spot their children, like a flock of penguins peering out from the water’s edge.I stood at the entrance to the café beside the parking lot, with a clear view of the entire school gate.I didn’t push my way forward. I just stood there, holding the little pink water bottle Camila had left in the car.The children came out one by one. I scanned them one by one… not to recognize faces, but to find those two little pigtails.Three minutes. Four minutes. Five minutes.The crowd began to thin. Most of the children had already been collected by their parents; the school entrance went from crowded to empty, with only a few scattered children left waiting.Then

[David’s POV]The private doctor’s office was located in a detached villa, in the southern part of the city. There were no signs or directional markers; from the outside, it looked like an ordinary residence. But the facilities inside were even more complete than those in a public hospital’s VIP ward… This was privacy bought at a high price. No reception desk, no waiting area, no other patients. You drive in, go straight to the examination room, see the doctor, and leave. You never have to come into contact with anyone unrelated to your visit.I sat in the leather chair in the examination room, with Lily beside me.Dr. Morrison was in his sixties, balding, and wore gold-rimmed glasses. He was my family doctor and had been treating me since I was seventeen. He knows my entire medical history, my allergies, and even which anesthetics I have adverse reactions to. He’s also one of the very few people in the world I trust… not because he’s particularly noble, but because he charges enough

[Alice’s POV]I was woken by my phone ringing.4:27 a.m. The screen showed Endall’s number. He never calls at this hour… unless something’s wrong.“Hello?”“Alice, are you awake? Check your email. Right now.” Endall’s voice was low and urgent, with a tremor that sounded as if he were being held back.I opened my inbox.The top email was an official notification from a medical forum. The subject line was a string of technical terms I couldn’t immediately decipher, but two words in the middle sent a chill down my spine… “Forensic Evidence Science” and “Highly Contagious Viral Sample.”I clicked on the link in the notification, then opened three other emails with similar content.That anonymous tabloid article I had once ignored had, overnight, undergone a transformation.It no longer merely accused me of academic fraud and personal misconduct. Someone — it didn’t say who — had upgraded and professionalized the article’s core allegations. The new accusations were clear, precise, and deva

[Alice’s POV]The emergency board meeting was being held in the large conference room on the top floor of the Zurich Institute. The long mahogany table, usually a place for orderly quarterly reviews, felt more like a tribunal today. The air conditioning was set too high, and yet, a suffocating tension made the room feel stiflingly hot. I sat close to the head of the table but couldn’t dispel a sense of being divorced from the urgency of the gathering. I kept my gaze down, unfocused, isolated in my own sphere. The past few days had been a living nightmare. The internet was in an uproar, the forensic forum's post had been picked up by mainstream financial and legal media, and the institute’s stock had taken a sharp hit in early trading. David sat at the head of the table, next to the chairman. His face was impeccably composed, a cold, unreadable mask that showed absolutely no trace of the man who had weathered the biggest storm in his life, just days ago. Beside him, in the seat typic