Broken Oath: I Left, He Regretted-Chapter 102: The Truth Unveiled, Snowy (Part 1)

Chapter 102: Chapter 102: The Truth Unveiled, Snowy (Part 1)

"Okay, I’ll go now."

Taking the interview script and equipment, I drove to the Xavier Group.

...

I drove to the building of the Xavier Group, reported my journalist ID and the name of my agency to the receptionist.

Since my company had scheduled the appointment beforehand, the receptionist didn’t notify them and directly led me to the president’s office.

I thought, if I hadn’t used the identity of a journalist, Timothy Xavier knowing I was here to see him, might not meet me at all.

When the receptionist led me into the president’s office, Timothy Xavier frowned and reprimanded, "All visitors need to make an appointment in advance, don’t you know?"

The receptionist looked very aggrieved and said in a low voice, "President Xavier, this is a reporter from Depth Weekly. We made the appointment three days ago."

Timothy Xavier was at a loss for words, dismissing the receptionist.

The receptionist left as if receiving a reprieve, closing the door from outside.

Timothy Xavier’s eyes remained on the documents in his hands, not even looking at me.

This was completely an unwillingness to communicate.

I said, "Why did you stand me up? Didn’t we agree yesterday? Do you know how long I waited for you at the entrance of the civil affairs bureau this morning?"

Timothy Xavier continued flipping through the documents, speaking coldly, "My schedule was full this morning, no time to deal with personal matters."

"Then how about this afternoon?" I stepped forward half a step, saying word by word, "I’ll wait here today, when you’re done, we go to the civil affairs bureau."

He finally paused, raising his eyes with a hint of cold mockery, "Depth Weekly’s work policy is quite lenient, allowing employees to handle personal matters under the guise of an interview during work hours?"

Before the words even faded, he gave me no chance to retort, directly picking up the desk phone, "Jack Sullivan, come in for a moment."

The door quickly opened, with Jack Sullivan stepping into the office, just in time to catch Timothy Xavier’s instructions: "Immediately put out a statement, Depth Weekly condones employees using work as an excuse for personal matters, the company culture is lax. From today, Xavier Group and all partner companies, will refuse their interviews."

Jack Sullivan’s gaze darted between me and Timothy Xavier, speaking hesitantly, "President Xavier, isn’t this a bit too..."

My heart gave a start.

This was the last task before the chief editor’s departure, and it’s a crucial period for Victoria Monroe’s appointment as chief editor.

I can’t screw them over because of my own issues at this time.

Timothy Xavier displeasedly addressed Jack Sullivan, "Not listening to what I say? Hurry up and go!"

Just as Jack Sullivan was about to leave, I suppressed my anger and spoke restrainedly, "President Xavier, I am indeed here for an interview today. Three days ago, your company’s liaison confirmed the process. Now you’re suddenly changing your tune, is this going back on your word?"

Timothy Xavier looked up at me, a flicker of undetectable relaxation passing through his dark eyes, the corner of his mouth slightly curved, "Are you sure? Just for the interview, nothing else?"

I clenched my hands tightly at my sides, fingernails digging into my palms, barely suppressing the turbulent emotions, and nodded, "Yes, just for the interview."

Timothy Xavier stared at me for two seconds, then told Jack Sullivan at the door, "It’s nothing, I misunderstood Reporter Ellison’s intentions earlier, you may go!

Jack Sullivan clearly breathed a sigh of relief and quickly left.

I turned around, taking out the voice recorder and notebook from my bag, my fingers were white from exertion.

However, today I have to get this divorce with him done.

The exclusive interview process would take at least an hour, and by the time it’s over, it would be lunch break. By then, he can’t use "occupying work time" as an excuse again.

If the divorce can’t happen in the morning, I’ll drag him to the civil affairs bureau in the afternoon!

Timothy Xavier thought I had compromised, stood up, and personally poured me a glass of water, speaking softly, "Let’s begin, Reporter Ellison."

I cut straight to the point, "I’ve heard that the Xavier Group has recently hired researchers with academic blemishes for high salaries. What is your take on this issue, President Xavier?"

Timothy Xavier smiled, directly turned off my voice recorder, and said, "Your target is the Sawyer Family, so just say it straightforwardly. Zoe Ellison, why do you always want to go against the Sawyer Family?"

I calmly replied, "I’m not against anyone. I’m just doing journalism. Of course, I am quite curious, how did Xavier Group become a garbage shelter?"

Timothy Xavier’s face darkened slightly, but he didn’t get angry, speaking in a justified tone, "Peter Sawyer’s position in biomedical equipment development is significant, and the Xavier Group’s R&D department is in need of people. Peter Sawyer’s only condition for working for Xavier Group was to hire his son as well, it’s like, buy one get one free! Although the freebie isn’t great, I’m willing to spend that for the quality."

I sneered coldly, saying, "Hmm, that aligns with your style, achieving goals without any bottom line or scruples."

Timothy Xavier’s expression showed a hint of anger, saying darkly, "Don’t forget, the equipment your mother is using still relies on Peter Sawyer. Only he has the core data for this new heart-lung support device. If it doesn’t go on the market soon, it’s not good for your mother either."

I didn’t refute, nor did I want to argue with him.

Who Timothy Xavier hires has nothing to do with me. My purpose is to complete the work and get a divorce.

So, following the interview script given by the chief editor, I completed the rest of the interview process.

Seeing me seriously recording the interview content, Timothy Xavier disdainfully said, "Xavier Group’s foundation is deeper than you think. Publishing these insignificant news pieces won’t change anything. I also advise you not to always go against the Sawyer Family, it’s not easy for anyone to make a living, why insist on ruining someone else’s livelihood?"

I inwardly mocked, he’s so double-standard!

He invests in a drama for Serena Sawyer, and all the plot tropes are benchmarked against our production, isn’t that ruining livelihoods?

But when I report the truth in a news article, that’s considered ruining livelihoods?

At this moment, my phone alarm rang.

Precisely twelve noon.

I packed up the interview equipment but showed no intention of leaving.

Timothy Xavier sat on the leather sofa opposite, idly rubbing the armrest.

Seeing I wasn’t moving, he seemed to realize something, and frowned slightly, "What? Need me to see you out?"

I looked at him expressionlessly, "I’ve clocked out, it’s now my personal time. Timothy Xavier, no matter what, you have to go get a divorce with me today!"

As soon as I finished speaking, the nonchalance on Timothy Xavier’s face vanished.

The next moment, he suddenly grabbed my wrist, pulling me close forcefully.

"Zoe Ellison!"

He grasped my chin with his other hand, speaking each word clearly, "Is it you who are urgently wanting a divorce, or is Julian Sinclair in a hurry for you to get divorced? Are you so eager to throw yourself into his arms? I won’t let you have your way, what can you do?"

"Didn’t we agree yesterday?"

I struggled hard, but couldn’t break free from his grasp, only able to glare at him with hatred, "You’re a grown man, how can you go back on your word!"

"Go back on my word?"

Timothy Xavier suddenly let out a cold laugh, "Who was it who promised me, as long as I withdrew the lawsuit, giving your family a chance, she’d start anew with me? Zoe Ellison, with your hand on your conscience, did you ever, for even a minute, think of starting anew with me? Who is really going back on their word?"

My throat tightened, knowing that arguing with him was pointless, and fearing that completely infuriating him on his turf would only result in my own loss.

I suppressed my anger, abruptly pushed him away, and stood up, "Since you don’t want to communicate, there’s nothing more to say, let’s proceed with the divorce petition!"

But just after taking two steps, my wrist was pulled again.

With even greater force than before, I lost my balance and fell heavily into the sofa.

Before I could react, Timothy Xavier’s tall figure was already over me, trapping me between the sofa and himself, his body heat radiating through the fabric.

"Who gave you the courage to challenge me like this?"

He looked down at me, the fire in his eyes almost blazing, his tone carrying a dangerous edge, "Is it Julian Sinclair, huh?"

I could no longer hold back, raising my hand to slap him, but my wrist was easily caught by him.

"Zoe Ellison, you brought this on yourself."

With that, he suddenly leaned down and kissed me.

I struggled with all my might, pressing my shoulder against his chest trying to push him away, but his weight was like cast iron pressing down on me.

In the chaos, I raised my foot, aiming to kick his knee, but he pinned my ankle with his leg, I couldn’t move an inch.

"Don’t bother."

Timothy Xavier gripped the back of my neck, his tone dark and cruel: "The more you resist, the more I want to remind you of your own identity!"

His slender fingers suddenly hooked onto my collar, the fabric twisted and cold air rushed in, making me shiver all over.

"Timothy Xavier, if you dare lay a finger on me, I’ll charge you with rape!"

I glared at him with hatred, wishing I could tear him apart!

But Timothy Xavier just chuckled lightly, indifferent.

"Don’t forget, you are my wife. We’re just having a normal marital life!"

His voice fell close to my ear, oppressive and undeniable, as his other hand gripped my waist, pulling me closer to him.

Just then, an urgent ringtone suddenly blasted through the air.

Timothy Xavier clearly didn’t want to answer it, tossing the phone aside.

Seeing this, I quickly grabbed his phone.

Seeing it was his mother calling, I quickly pressed the speaker button.

Surely, he wouldn’t let Sophia Kendall hear him doing this with me, would he?

Sure enough, Timothy Xavier’s face turned terribly dark, but he had to stop.

I didn’t want to hear the conversation with his mother, I just wanted to quickly get dressed and leave.

However, Sophia Kendall’s voice came through directly to my ears: "Timothy, it’s bad, Doris was in a car accident!"

My heart jolted, unable to move another step.

Even though I had desperately told myself these days, numbing myself, that Doris couldn’t possibly be my daughter.

But why, hearing this news, did my heart feel like it was clutched by a giant hand, gripped so painfully?

Timothy Xavier listened to Sophia Kendall describe the accident, and he called Jack Sullivan, ordering: "Call the person who donated blood for Doris last time immediately, tell her to go to the Central Hospital! Doris was in a car accident and urgently needs a blood transfusion!"

Jack Sullivan looked troubled, saying: "President Xavier, Megan Bowman just left for a business trip this morning."

Timothy Xavier completely lost his usual aloof dignity, exasperatedly saying: "Who allowed her to go on a business trip? Didn’t I say, the company hired her, she doesn’t need to do anything, just keep her! Who let her go?"

Jack Sullivan was so scared he didn’t dare lift his head, trembling as he said: "It was Megan herself who said she wanted to learn something, and the department manager took her along."

Timothy Xavier slammed his hand on the desk, the vein on his temple throbbing.

After a few seconds of silence, he suddenly turned to look at me, his gaze complex and clearly unwilling, as if making a huge concession.

"You come with me to the hospital."

I controlled my internal anxiety and concern, staring straight at his inscrutable dark eyes, saying: "If Doris isn’t my daughter, I’m not going!"

Though my concern was no less than Timothy Xavier’s, this was my only chance to find out the truth.

Timothy Xavier closed his eyes, seeming to be pondering, to be wrestling with it.

When he reopened them, all that was left in his eyes was exhaustion and pleading: "Donate blood first, save Doris. When we return... when we return, I’ll explain everything to you."

I looked at his stern face, thinking of that child who always harbored hostility towards me, yet whom I had carried for ten months, and my heart inevitably softened.

...

On the way, I finally learned the reason for Doris’s car accident.

Sophia Kendall had gone out for a spa, taking her along.

Because she was too engrossed in chatting with a few other wealthy ladies, she didn’t pay any attention to Doris at all.

Doris had run off to play by herself and was hit by a car coming out of the parking lot.

I clenched my fists tightly, cold sweat soaking my palms.

Upon arriving at the hospital, seeing me, Sophia Kendall frowned and asked Timothy Xavier: "Why is she here?"

Timothy Xavier ignored his mother, gripping my wrist and heading straight to the blood transfusion department.

Sophia Kendall persisted: "Why did you bring her? She’s a jinx; it’s because of her that the Kendall Family is experiencing all these mishaps!"

Timothy Xavier, unable to bear it any longer, said in a deep voice: "She’s Doris’s biological mother! Only she can save Doris!"

Although I had suspected this for a long time, hearing Timothy Xavier say it so directly still shocked me beyond words, with anger and a sudden joy of rediscovery flooding my heart.

Sophia Kendall looked at him incredulously, "You... what nonsense are you talking about?"

Timothy Xavier spoke wearily: "I’ll explain later, let her go and donate blood for Doris first."

Their conversation was overheard by the doctor in the blood transfusion department, who sternly asked: "Is the donor a relative of the patient?"

Timothy Xavier was slightly taken aback, asking: "What’s wrong?"

The doctor explained: "In principle, direct relatives cannot donate blood. Because of the high genetic similarity between direct relatives, a transfusion could cause Transfusion-Associated Graft-versus-Host Disease, which has a high mortality rate."

Timothy Xavier withstood his impatience and asked: "Then does your hospital have my daughter’s blood type available?"

The doctor shook his head, saying: "Not at the moment, your daughter’s blood type is a rare type, and our blood bank currently doesn’t have any in stock."

I immediately said: "Last time I donated, and she didn’t have any complications."

The doctor explained: "Yes, the occurrence of such complications is very low, we are just being precautious to ensure no mishaps. Currently, there is no suitable blood sample for your daughter, if the blood transfusion is urgent, we can use your blood. But we need you to sign a consent form and a disclaimer."

With Doris awaiting surgery, Timothy Xavier knew there was no other way, and decisively signed the papers.

This time, I was willing to donate blood for Doris, hoping she would survive.

No matter how she treated me, she was still flesh of my flesh, and no mother would stand idly by and watch her daughter die under such circumstances.

After the blood draw, my head spun, and I couldn’t stand steadily.

Timothy Xavier had Jack Sullivan buy plenty of nutritional supplements for me, but I couldn’t stomach anything.

He sat beside me, looking at me with concern.

I looked back at him, my voice floating yet unusually clear: "Now, you can tell me why you deceived me all those years ago? Why did you let Serena Sawyer raise my daughter?"