Chapter 360

Victoria admired her own ruthlessness.

The perfect ending would be Vivian's death.

Otherwise, Alexander would never return to her while that woman still breathed.

Alexander searched desperately along the treacherous cliffside. Yet the exact spot where Evelyn had fallen remained elusive.

His mind teetered on the brink of madness. Focus eluded him. Rational thought had abandoned him completely.

The relentless rain seemed to pierce his very soul, drowning all coherent emotions.

Every passing second decreased Evelyn's chances of survival.

Alexander returned to where Victoria stood. Rainwater streamed down his chiseled features, his expression frozen in glacial fury.

Just then, Eleanor arrived unexpectedly, rushing from her car with an umbrella to shield Victoria.

Victoria ran to Alexander, her voice choked with manufactured tears. "Alexander, have you found Ethan's body?"

His eyes darkened dangerously. "Body? Why are you so certain Ethan is dead?"

"V-Vivian confessed everything!" Victoria declared with false conviction. "She admitted wanting to kill us both to have you for herself. I never imagined she could be so vicious. Though perhaps this fall is karma for her wickedness."

"Alexander! Are you satisfied now?" Eleanor shrieked, her eyes red-rimmed. "You sacrificed your own son for that scheming whore! My poor nephew—only five years old—murdered by—"

Alexander's piercing gaze silenced Eleanor mid-sentence. He studied Victoria's carefully constructed grief. "Do you honestly think I'd believe your fabricated story now?"

Victoria's tears halted abruptly.

Eleanor exploded. "Alexander! How dare you accuse Victoria! You think she would harm her own child?"

Victoria's pulse raced as she silently cursed.

The truth was exactly that—she had orchestrated everything.

Alexander's bone-chilling glare pinned her in place. "Tell me. Where exactly did Vivian fall?" His patience had evaporated.

"Alexander! You're still worried about that bitch at a time like this!"

"Silence! I wasn't speaking to you!" Alexander's eyes turned arctic. The violence in his gaze intensified. "If Vivian suffers even a scratch, I'll ensure you experience twice the pain."

"What—"

"Alexander! Have you lost your mind?" Victoria's mask slipped. "You're ignoring our son's safety for some homewrecking slut! That scheming Jezebel murdered our child! Vivian Prescott is vermin who deserves to die!"

"Daddy."

A small, solemn voice cut through Victoria's tirade.

Her eyes widened in shock.

Ethan.

Alive and unharmed.

"Ethan!" Eleanor cried joyfully. "You're safe! Thank heavens!"

Alexander narrowed his eyes at the small figure in the rain.

Ethan's clothes were soaked, his face pale. Though his doll-like features remained composed, worry flickered in his large eyes.

Alexander knelt before him. "Ethan. You're alright."

Meeting his father's intense gaze, Ethan spoke quietly. "Please save Vivian."

Alexander's eyes flashed with hope. "You know where she is?"

Ethan nodded, then turned his gaze to Victoria's panicked expression. "I saw Mommy push Vivian off the cliff with my own eyes."