Chapter 9 Chapter 9 Sean's smile froze on his face, his blood turning to ice. The Jessica he'd been seeing all along was actually an imposter? The real Jessica was dead? ! t† 288 iVouchers Impossible. How could Jessica be dead? Sean couldn't accept it. His chest tightened painfully as he kicked open the hospital door, his expression stormy. His voice dripped with ice, "Who died?" The stranger instinctively tried to pull the blanket over her face, but her trembling hands couldn't grip it. Instead, Sean yanked her off the bed. She was terrified, and then stammered, "Mr... Mr. Mitchell... Jessica... she's dead." "It wasn't me... I don't know what happened. Miss Tiffany sent me here two weeks ago, said Jessica died..." Before she finished, Sean lost control and choked her neck, snarling darkly, "Say that again? Jessica isn't dead!" The stranger gasped for air, her face flushing crimson. Only when his friend intervened did Sean regain some sanity, shoving her away. "What are you doing here?" His friend pulled out a phone, played a video, and watched his reaction: "Cleaners found a bloodstained rosary in the club's garden. It looked familiar, so I checked the security footage... The woman beaten that night might've been Jessica." Sean's heart seized. With trembling fingers, he tapped the video. On screen, a woman with black cloth over her face was surrounded by his bodyguards. Steel rods rained down, man- gling her flesh and splattering blood everywhere, shattering the rosary on her wrist. Sean's chest burned. Bloodshot eyes glued to the screen, he prayed silently. The next second shattered his hope. Tiffany-who'd made an excuse to send him away-yanked off the cloth, wearing a smile he'd never seen. Then someone poured scalding oil over Jessica's face. 0.0 % 08:10 Chapter 9 "No-" Sean's roar tore from his throat. But it was too late. He couldn't stop it. 288 ¡Vouchers The burned face reminded him of the woman playing an evil spirit at Emma's birthday banquet. Instantly, he under- stood everything. Why would Tiffany do this? Why hurt the person he loved most! Violent emotions wracked him, and he spat blood. Remembering how Jessica had looked at him, Sean hated himself for not recognizing her. His phone rang abruptly. He checked it. Tiffany. "Sean, where are you? My stomach hurts..." Before, he'd have soothed her and rushed eyer immediately. Now he clenched the phone till veins bulged on his hand, choking back rage at her betrayal. "I'm coming now." After hanging up, Sean didn't leave. He called his assistant. "Find out where Jessica is right now." "And dig up everything Tiffany's done behind my back!" Only then did he bolt from the hospital, speeding toward the Family Manor. He ran over a dozen red lights. The moment he reached the Family Manor, his assistant called. "Mr. Mitchell, someone's deliberately erasing Mrs. Mitchell's trail. I still can't locate her." "Mr. "We only traced through hospital footage that Jessica ran off over twenty days ago." "She later lingered near that corner ward entrance for hours." Sean suddenly remembered what happened that day, his face turning paper-white. Did Jessica witness everything he did with Tiffany? "Ms. Moore privately met Nurse Melissa. Soon after, the nurse accused Mrs. Mitchell of breaking Tiffany's rosary." "The nurse received payment after posting online smears against Tiffany," the assistant paused, hesitating before con- 40.5 % 08:10 Chapter 9 288 iVouchers tinuing: "Mr. Mitchell, the anonymous investor from last month... it was Mrs. Mitchell." "But her Social Security Number and ID card got voided. The investment firm contacted us when she never showed..." "I investigated. Mrs. Mitchell called the Police Office. She must know everything now." Sean's mind roared as strength drained from his limbs, nearly making him collapse. So that's why Jessica turned cold-she knew it all! He barely registered reaching the room where Tiffany's tearful "It hurts!" abruptly shifted to a sneering phone call: "Funding The Mitchell Group with two billion? Just playing them!" "When payment fails, I'll blame Jessica for offending The Moore family." "The Mitchells will despise her. And Jessica? Probably disintegrated by now." "That makes me the only Mrs. Mitchell candidate-" The door slammed open. Before Tiffany reacted, Sean pinned her to the bed, eyes bloodshot and contorted. "You killed Jessica!" "Why? ?!" Discover our latest featured short drama reel. Watch now and enjoy the story!