Chapter 366

Eleanor burst into tears upon hearing the news. "It's all my fault. My health deteriorated terribly after giving birth to Sophia. You were so preoccupied with taking care of me that we neglected Victoria..."

William gripped Eleanor's shoulders, his voice thick with despair. "Don't cry, Ellie. Victoria is our only daughter. I swear I'll bring her home safely."

Meanwhile, Richard and Margaret rushed to the police station after learning of Victoria's arrest.

When Margaret saw her daughter in a prison jumpsuit, disheveled and exhausted in the visitation room, her blood ran cold.

Her precious cash cow was about to topple.

"Victoria! Sweetheart, what happened?"

Victoria glared at them with undisguised irritation. "Talking is pointless now. Only Eleanor and William can get me out of this mess."

Richard and Margaret exchanged uneasy glances. "Victoria, did that witch Vivian do this to you?"

At the mention of Vivian's name, Victoria slammed her cuffed hands onto the table, her face twisting with rage. "That conniving snake! Just wait till I'm free—I'll make sure she suffers!"

"How dare she touch you?" Margaret snarled, rolling up her sleeves. "Don't worry, darling. I'll make her pay."

"You're no match for her. She's far more cunning than Evelyn ever was." Victoria's eyes darkened with malice. "No matter what it takes, get Alexander to see me!"

Margaret nodded fervently.

After leaving the station, they immediately tried to track down Alexander—but he was nowhere to be found.

Meanwhile, news of Victoria's attempted murder had exploded across social media, instantly going viral.

Her carefully crafted image of grace and kindness shattered overnight.

The public was outraged—how could a mother harm her own child?

Ethan was an innocent, beautiful boy. What kind of monster would do such a thing?

Especially when Victoria had been shamelessly using him for clout on her social media.

Her Twitter was flooded with furious backlash.

With Victoria in custody, she couldn't even hire bots to defend her.

Back at the station, Victoria waited desperately for Alexander to appear. When an officer finally informed her that a visitor had arrived, she hastily smoothed her hair, her eyes brimming with hope.

But the moment the door opened, her expression twisted into venomous fury.

Vivian stood there, poised and elegant, her heels clicking against the floor as she approached with a mocking smile.

"Vivian Prescott! You—!"

Vivian settled gracefully into the chair across from her, crossing her legs. "Surprised? Did you really think Alexander would waste his time on you?"

"You—!"

"Even if he had the time, he wouldn't come." Vivian's smile widened. "He has better things to do."

Victoria, shackled and disheveled, looked like a shadow of her former self. Even her once-imposing aura had crumbled.

"Vivian Prescott, you viper! Why are you so hell-bent on destroying me?"

Vivian arched a brow, her grin sharpening. "That's a question you should ask yourself. Why did you keep targeting me, hurting me, and trying to kill me?"