Chapter 195
Chapter 195:
They loaded the boy onto the stretcher and ran. Monica chased after them, sobbing.
Before she left, Monica turned. She pointed a shaking finger at Aurora.
“You!” she screamed. “You made a scene! You delayed them! Stay away from my family p>
Vivian stepped up beside Monica, putting a comforting arm around her. “I’m so sorry, Monica. I’m so sorry my cousin is unhinged. Go. Be with Noah p>
Monica ran out.
The room was silent again. But this time, the silence was hostile. The crowd murmured. They looked at Aurora like she was a witch. A danger.
“Did you see her try to rip his shirt p>
“She was screaming like a maniac p>
“Thank god Vivian stopped her p>
Aurora stood alone near the fountain, the guards finally releasing her. Her hands were shaking, not from fear, but from rage. She could have started compressions two minutes earlier. That delay caused brain damage. She knew it. And Vivian knew it too.
Vivian had gambled a child’s life just to win a petty argument.
Elias Thorne stood by the pillar. He had seen everything. He had seen the correct diagnosis. He had seen Vivian’s weaponized bureaucracy.
He pulled out his phone. He didn’t look at the crowd. He texted the Director of Mount Sinai Hospital.
Noah Reed is incoming. Ensure an independent toxicology screen and full cardiac panel. Secure the samples personally. Do not let the Kensington family doctor interfere.
He hit send.
He looked at Aurora. She looked defeated. Isolated. Labeled a pariah.
But he saw the fire in her eyes. She wasn’t broken. She was just getting started.
𝗢𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝘁𝗿𝘂𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗮𝘁
Vivian turned to the crowd, smoothing her dress. “Please, everyone. Let’s not let this tragedy ruin Grandmother’s night. The orchestra, please p>
The music started again, jarring and cheerful.
Vivian walked past Aurora. She leaned in. “Stick to fixing cars, cousin. Leave the lives to us p>
Aurora didn’t respond. She watched the spot where the boy had lain.
He might live, she thought. But you almost killed him.
The party atmosphere was strained. The champagne tasted flat. The shadow of the ambulance hung over the room.
Vivian knew she had a window. The crowd was against Aurora. They saw her as frantic, uneducated, and dangerous. She needed to cement that image. She needed to humiliate her intellect to match the social humiliation.
She scanned the room and spotted Brenda Jones standing near the buffet, looking bored. Brenda was a Women’s Grandmaster in chess, a minor celebrity in their circle, known for her arrogance and her sharp tongue.
Vivian smiled. Perfect.
She walked over to Brenda and whispered in her ear, pointing discreetly at Aurora.
Brenda looked at Aurora, smirked, and nodded. “The hillbilly? This will be fun p>
Vivian clapped her hands for attention. “Everyone! To lighten the mood after that… unfortunate incident… how about a demonstration of intellect p>