Chapter 00225 Chapter 0025 Caroline’s POV : This whole ordeal felt like it was straight out of a TV drama . William had an affair in our marriage , and now he had everything he could ever want : a beautiful girlfriend who wasn’t going to die in a matter of months , a rich and successful life , and a beautiful baby boy . So , why did he insist on invading my life ? William’s actions were becoming more and more puzzling with each interaction we had . There were times where I felt like he might care about me , but it would then be followed up with scathing insults and cruel observations . The more we met up , the less I understood him . “ I don’t need to get a checkup , ” I told him coldly , but he ignored me and proceeded to brush off any other protests I had . He was deathly quiet as he stared ahead and took me to his villa , where I expected to stay there and behave . William mercifully left me alone during my first day there , but I hesitated to express my gratitude . Laden had yet to come , though William coldly reminded me multiple times that he and the doctor would inevitably arrive . My nerves were overloaded at the prospect of my secret being revealed . If William was already involving himself in my life so much now , how much worse would he get once he discovered my illness ? All I wanted was to get away from him , and yet he always seemed to be just around the corner , ready to rip my peace to shreds once again . During this stress – inducing waiting period , the only comfort I could glean was from thinking of my father . William had so callously blamed my father for the problems at our feet . His words rang in my ears as I remembered how he regarded my father with such vitriol . What had happened between them that made William so hateful ? My thoughts then drifted towards William’s private study , which was often locked . Even during our marriage he’d barred me from entering so he could “ focus on work “ , the excuse he always gave . Was the door actually locked to keep him focused , or to keep me out ? Were there things in there that he didn’t want me to find out ? Could study contain some clues about what happened between William and my dad ? Questions swirled in my head , all demanding answers that could only be found in the study . Usually I found intruding on someone’s privacy to be rude and disgraceful , but this was my only chance to find out why William hated my father and , by extension , why he hated me . Finding out the source of his hatred could be the closure I needed to ease my pain before I I faked a few yawns and pretended to go to bed early , thus setting my plan in motion . door was kept open just a crack ; enough to peer at the door to his study . About an hour in , I heard his door swiftly opening , and I rushed to the crack to watch him rush out in a hurry outside . In a stroke of good fortune , I found that he hadn’t closed the door of his study , allowing me the perfect opportunity to stealthily slip in while he was out . Nervousness plagued my system as I allowed myself inside the study . The lavish room was lined with shelves of books while many work – related papers were strewn about his desk . Atop his desk was an expensive – looking laptop , but it remained password protected . What could the password be ? I carefully entered Sophia and George’s names , but neither was the answer . I then tried their birthdays , and in return I got a warning from the laptop threatening to lock up . William would surely bring Hell down on me if he found out I was snooping by coming back to locked computer . Why was it our anniversary date ? William could return at any minute , so I dared not to waste time on pondering why . on a whim , I tried William and I’s anniversary date , and in a shocking twist , I was I frantically searched for files on my father , and soon enough I came up with a video . The file was CCTV footage taken just outside of what looked to be a coffee shop , and before me was a startling sight : it was Sophia kneeling down in front of my father . The video had no sound , but it didn’t look good at all . Desperate for context , I backed away from the video and checked the folder it was stored in for any more clues . Innumerable documents were spread out before me on the screen , all of them detailing my father’s supposed financial crimes in shocking detail . What left me in stunned silence was that they had all been saved two years ago , far before my father was even arrested . I struggled to believe my eyes . William had known of what my father was facing from the very beginning and wanted to set him up ? Was our entire marriage some sort of awful conspiracy ? Before I could fully process the flood of information , the door slammed open , shaking the walls with its force . A tremble ran down my spine as a voice roared , “ Who let you in here ? ”