Dark Romance: A Cruel Obsession

Vivian couldn’t be certain, but Camar’s gaze was so familiar, deep and hinting with a touch of anticipation, encouraging her to voice her guess, “Are you Camar Smith?”

“It’s me, it’s me.” Camar finally recognized, heaved a sigh of relief. “Listen to me… What are you doing!”

Vivian suddenly smashed the million-dollar precious antique vase she held in her hand-the antique!

Wait, the main point should be-

“Stop! Don’t point it at your neck, drop it, drop it!” Camar almost cried. He realized Vivian’s hobby was not ladylike at all, why did she like to harm people with broken porcelain? This time, she injured herself instead. “Let’s talk, can we? I beg you, Vivian.”

“Don’t come near me!” Camar’s pleading posture made Vivian confirm her thoughts-maybe they really didn’t intend to harm her, or they had to help her for some ulterior motive.

But she was equally sure, she couldn’t afford to gamble.

She was not alone now, she was a mother. She had her child. She couldn’t bear the cost of trusting the wrong person; it would cost her child’s life.

“Okay, okay, I won’t come over, I won’t come over.” Camar retracted the foot he was about to step forward with, retreated to a safe distance in Vivian’s eyes. “Just calm down, okay? Put down the broken porcelain, doesn’t your hand hurt? It’s bleeding.”

Camar was on the verge of tears, more upset than being injured himself. “Or how about this, you put down the porcelain, and I’ll take you to see your child?”

Camar’s words indeed made Vivian hesitate, but as he shifted his gaze forward, the sharp corner of the broken porcelain approached his neck. Simultaneously, he sternly reprimanded, “Don’t come near me!”

“Don’t, I’m stepping back, isn’t that enough?”

Camar helplessly retreated behind the sofa. “Is this okay?”

With the sofa as a barrier, Camar’s advance was blocked, and Vivian indeed felt somewhat safer. This made her relax her guard slightly, her tense shoulders eased a bit.

Seeing the deadlock soften, Camar also breathed a sigh of relief. Seizing the opportunity, he said, “I really didn’t mean to harm you; you don’t have to be so scared.”All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Vivian’s suspicious gaze never left him.

Camar told Vivian, “Do you know how difficult it was to get you back from Chaquille’s hands? Do you know how many special elites Chaquille has?”

“Thirty, exactly thirty!” Camar’s eyes held tears of envy. To be fair, Bryson really trusted Chaquille. To give thirty special elites at Chaquille’s request, was it so easy to train a special elite?

Enough said, more talk would only lead to envy, jealousy, and hatred!

“Chaquille brought ten people to the island, and besides him and Tabdon, everyone else died on the island.” Camar admitted. “If it weren’t for this, we wouldn’t have been able to save you so smoothly.”

Keep in mind that Chaquille left twenty people on standby in the open sea. If they hadn’t rescued Vivian before Chaquille and Tabdon escaped to the open sea, they would have been subjected to the firepower suppression of those twenty special elites, resulting in heavy losses.

Camar really wanted to tell Vivian the reason he appeared, but it wasn’t the time to talk about these matters. He could only win Vivian’s sympathy and trust by describing the crisis of that day.

Vivian clutched the broken porcelain and refused to let go, the wound on her hand was pressed, fresh blood kept flowing, dripping on the exquisite carpet, leaving a glaring red mark.

“And what about my child? Why did you take my child? Give my child back to me!” She didn’t even know if she had given birth to a daughter or a son. No mother could accept such an outcome.

Camar finally shouted out “wrongfully,” “I didn’t take your child, and I also want to return the child to you, but I can’t.”

“Why?” In that second, countless reasons flashed through Vivian’s mind. Were they going to use the child to threaten Alajos? Or had the child already died?

Oh my god! Vivian couldn’t accept this reality. Her face turned pale in an instant, the body and mind that had been through so much torment had suffered an even more fatal blow, and her barely supported body began to falter.

Seizing the opportunity, Camar quickly propped himself up on the back of the sofa with one hand, exerted force on his hand, executed a beautiful hurdle, and rushed to Vivian’s side.

Before Vivian could react, she felt her wrist tapped by Camar. Her entire arm instantly went numb, the broken porcelain fell to the ground, and she was pressed down by Camar on the bed.

Camar raised his hand to press the emergency call button on the bedside, and soon a group of doctors, nurses, and the villa’s housekeeper rushed in from outside the bedroom.

Vivian’s emotions began to spiral out of control. She kicked and hit Camar who was pressing her, seemingly having a high tolerance for her, enduring two slaps without getting angry, only urging the doctors to speed up.

Eventually, Vivian was injected with a sedative and gradually calmed down under the influence of the medication.

Camar let out a breath with a tinge of blood in it, getting up from Vivian’s body. “Quick, help me check if my face is swollen.”

Not only was it swollen, but there were also two nail marks on his left cheek.

Pitiful, truly pitiful.

The housekeeper couldn’t console Camar, hurriedly having the doctors bandage Vivian’s injured hand.

This time, Vivian’s left hand was injured, her right hand had already been pierced by Tabdon, wrapped in layers of gauze like a bear’s paw. Of course, now her left hand couldn’t escape the fate of becoming a bear’s paw either.

The housekeeper looked at Vivian’s scarred hands with heartache, “May God bless you, my child.”

With the help of the nurses, Camar quickly dealt with the wounds on his face. “She should be able to sleep peacefully until dawn.”

Camar stood near the door, raising the hand with the black leather glove to touch the wound on his face.

Once, there were several hideous scars on his face, twisted and pieced together into the word “Hargrave.” Later, his plastic surgeon had them removed with advanced techniques, but the pain of the cold blade cutting through his flesh and skin would never be forgotten in his lifetime, not to mention…

Camar tried to clench his hand with the black leather glove, but no matter how hard he tried, only three fingers tightened, his ring finger and little finger were straight, without any sensation.

Camar had permanently lost his ring finger and little finger, all thanks to Alajos Hargrave!

“But she can’t see the child, she’ll be upset tomorrow.” The housekeeper was at a loss. “We can’t just keep giving her sedatives.”

In that split second as the housekeeper turned around, Camar swiftly concealed the hatred on his face. This ordinary-looking man, without the cowardice when unmasked, appeared more calm and composed than the housekeeper in his distress. “Call the boss, check on the situation over there.”

Camar said, “If it’s possible, have him send a video of the child. Show it to Vivian tomorrow. Maybe then she won’t be as agitated.”

The housekeeper couldn’t think of a better solution, nodding in agreement.