I glanced at Timothy's message and let out a cold laugh. My fingers tapped rapidly on the screen. "My mother narrowly escaped a deadly snake bite while you were enjoying a happy vacation in Arngueuil Isles with Jennifer. She shattered the only antidote serum, and you still defended her. Now you ask me why I want a divorce? You'd better ask yourself what you have done to me and to my mother.

After I sent the message, Timothy's call quickly came through again.

I directly blocked his number this time.

I then blocked Jennifer and every member of the Rossi family.

I dragged my suitcase and disappeared after removing all traces.

For the next few days, I mostly stayed at the hospital.

Though I disliked that place, I felt at ease staying with my mother.

The only visitors were the kind neighbors, my mother's friends from church, and me.

Timothy didn't show up.

I arranged for my mother to be transferred to another hospital and told her that I was getting a divorce.

My mother held my hand and gazed at me gently. "You seem calm."

Of course, I was calm. While Timothy was kissing Jennifer at sea, my mother was screaming in pain. My love for him died back then.

My phone vibrated in my pocket.

It was from an unfamiliar number. I hesitated before answering.

"Elisa, thank God. You finally answer my call." Timothy's voice came through with a hint of forced urgency. "Where are you? Why did you block me? I've called you so many times but couldn't get through."

I leaned against the wall and said coldly, "I'm at the hospital and taking care of my mother."

Timothy's voice suddenly rose. "Your mother's hospitalized? Why didn't you tell me?"

"I told you when she needed the serum to save her life."

He was silent for a few seconds and then said in a softened tone, "You hung up, and I thought you were just upset…"

"Enough! Stop acting, Timothy." I felt nauseated and continued, "You're still in Arngueuil Isles, aren't you?"

He didn't respond, and I just heard the faint sound of waves.

"Answer me!" My voice became serious.

After a long while, Timothy stammered, "I… I haven't finished my itinerary. It is a good place to relax here…"

Before he could finish, Jennifer's coquettish laughter suddenly came through the phone. I heard her clearly as she said, "Timothy, stop talking to her so much. Aren't we going snorkeling?"

"Timothy, is she there with you?"

"Eliza, don't be so sarcastic." Timothy instantly became impatient. "Jennifer already feels guilty. She didn't want to get your mother hurt. Can't you be more understanding?"

I sneered, "Was she feeling guilty while kissing you on the yacht or while posing in a bikini for Instagram?"

Timothy was momentarily lost for words. Then he changed his tone and said, "Jennifer said she'd cover all of your mother's medical expenses. So you'd better not ask for too much."

I looked at my mother sleeping soundly on the hospital bed and suddenly asked, "Timothy, did you ever love me?"

Timothy paused before saying in a hesitant voice, "Of course. You're my wife. How can I not love you?"

"But you were vacationing, taking photos, and flaunting your happiness on social media while my mom was in critical condition." I laughed with self-mockery and said, "Timothy, let's have a divorce. Don't call me again."

Without waiting for his response, I hung up and blocked this number as well.

A few days ago, I hired a detective to investigate what happened when my mother was bitten by the snake.

Within a few days, the detective sent me a file containing copies of several purchase orders.

I flipped through them and found the dates from three months ago, a month ago, and two weeks ago. They were all about "Special King Cobra Antivenom Serum," with the delivery address at Jennifer's home.

I was stunned. Did Jennifer buy three batches of king cobra serum in just three months?

Why did she need so much of it?

But she only had one vial left?

Was she deceiving me, or were there multiple incidents involving the same pet snake?

I continued to look through the documents, and suddenly my eyes fixed on the "Recipient" column. It was Timothy Rossi.

A chill ran up my spine.

So Timothy knew all along. He knew Jennifer's pet snake wasn't properly trained and was dangerously aggressive.

I tried searching online for posts about Jennifer's pet snake attacking people, but I found nothing. The information had been thoroughly cleaned up.

Someone must be covering up for Jennifer.

I thought of Timothy and the Rossi Group behind him. They were all protecting Jennifer.

They'd rather cover up the incident than offer a single apology to my mother and me.

I found Samuel's number and dialed it directly.

Samuel's voice was deep and a little lazy. "What's up?"

I said directly, "I suspect that others have been injured by Jennifer's snake besides my mother. But the news has been suppressed. Please help me investigate it."

Samuel gave a low chuckle and said, "My dear, you know that my services don't come cheap."

"Anything I can offer, I'll give." I bit my lip. I had nothing left to lose now.

Samuel sounded more satisfied. "I want my payment tonight. Wait, and my people will come to pick you up."

After hanging up, my heart raced.

I didn't know what "payment" Samuel wanted, but I knew it was my only chance.

An hour later, a sleek black luxury car stopped in front of me. The window rolled down, and the driver respectfully said, "Miss Willis, please get in."

The car finally pulled up in front of an imposing private club.

After I got in, several people in elegant suits immediately surrounded me. Some of them did my hair, and others chose clothes for me. Their swift actions left me no time to react.

Eventually, they dressed me in a sleeveless gold gown. Its hem reached my ankles and accentuated my graceful figure.

I felt a bit out of place.

I used to love beautiful dresses. But after dating Timothy, I put away those revealing ones because Timothy didn't like them.

"You look gorgeous." Samuel's voice suddenly sounded behind me. He walked up to me and pinned a ruby-studded rose brooch on my chest. His eyes were full of admiration as he said, "You look much better than in those conservative clothes."

My cheeks warmed, and I whispered, "Thank you."

"There's an auction this evening," Samuel said. "You're my specially appointed chief engineer."

"But I haven't resigned from the Rossi Group yet..." I was stunned.

Samuel sneered and said in an assertive tone, "If I want, anyone in the Rossi Group dare not hold you back. You don't need to worry about this."

His words startled me. He could make the Rossi Group wary. It was the top three on the city's wealthy list. What was Samuel's real identity?

At seven in the evening, Samuel brought me to the Brooks auction gala.

I followed Samuel into the opulent hall. Everyone around was dressed in a lavish gown. They held champagne and spoke softly. The whole place looked elegant and exclusive.

As soon as Samuel entered, the organizers invited him to a meeting room.

I held a glass of champagne and stood alone in a corner. I was not quite used to such occasions.

"Eliza?" A surprised voice suddenly rang out.

I turned to see Timothy's mother, Amilia Rossi, standing before me. She was dressed in a purple gown with a fake smile on her face. "Why are you here? Timothy says you've been unwell lately, so we didn't send you an invitation."

"I've been in the hospital taking care of my mother," I replied flatly. "Now that she's discharged, I naturally have time to come."

Amilia's smile stiffened for a moment but quickly recovered. "Oh, poor Mary, thankfully she survived. We were all worried about her."

I didn't respond. Were they worried about her?

If they were, why hadn't they visited her in the hospital even once?

Seeing my silence, Amilia awkwardly changed the topic. "Timothy's here too. He's on the terrace. Do you want to go and see him?"

I sipped my champagne and shook my head. "No. I'm fine here."

Amilia didn't say more and left.

I set down my glass and intended to find a quiet place, but as I passed the hallway, I heard familiar voices.

They were Timothy and his father, Marcus Rossi!

I instinctively hid behind a pillar and listened to their conversation.

"Find a way to get Eliza to sign the patent transfer agreement now." Marcus's voice was low and commanding. "It is crucial for Jennifer."

Timothy sounded anxious. "Eliza won't agree."

"She will," Marcus sneered.

His tone was full of disdain. "A woman from modest origins like her is blinded by greed and only sees money. Isn't she trying to divorce you? Offer her a million in compensation, and she'll definitely sign it. If she still refuses, have someone forge her signature. No one will believe her words, as she is an engineer without a good background."

"But what if she makes it known to everyone? And about Mary being bitten by the snake..." Timothy sounded hesitant.

Marcus's voice turned cold instantly. "If she insists on opposing the Rossi family, ensure she never speaks out. Timothy, remember that Eliza isn't important, but Jennifer is. Her father is the head of the Walker Group and controls a third of Europe's new energy business. It benefits the Rossi Group a lot to maintain a good relationship with her. You know that."

Standing behind the pillar, I clenched my fingers tightly and felt cold all over.

So the Rossi family not only planned to steal my patent but also intended to take my life. It was not an accident for my mother to be injured by the snake.

I suppressed my anger and was about to leave. But suddenly, Jennifer's shrill voice called out. "Eliza, why are you here? You don't belong here."

I turned around and saw Jennifer in a pink dress, flanked by her friends.

I gave her a cold glance and was about to leave when Jennifer's friend blocked my way.

Sophia Fuller pushed me forcefully and sneered, "Jennifer is talking to you. Didn't you hear her?"

I brushed her hand away and frowned. "Don't touch me."

Sophia's face twisted with anger. "You were a cheap college student. You schemed your way into Timothy's bed and got married to him. Do you really think you're part of high society?"

Jennifer's friends immediately chimed in, "Exactly. You completely took Jennifer's place. She's the one everyone recognizes as Mrs. Rossi."

Jennifer feigned innocence and tugged Sophia's arm. "Don't say that. Eliza and Timothy aren't divorced yet."

She then deliberately raised her left hand and flaunted the emerald ring around her ring finger that glittered blindingly.

My heart sank sharply.

That was the Rossi family heirloom ring and symbolizes the identity of Timothy's wife.

Timothy's parents never liked me and had never accepted me as their daughter-in-law. So I never possessed that ring. Yet it was around Jennifer's finger now.

"Eliza, let me explain..." Jennifer hid her hand behind her back and pretended to feel guilty.

Did she want to explain?

I didn't need it.

I forced a smile and said flatly, "Congratulations to you and Timothy."

Jennifer's eyes flashed with triumph, but she continued her act. "Thank you. But I remind you that this exclusive event isn't really suitable for you. You'd better leave soon."

"Why should I leave?" I said coldly. "The Brooks Auction House isn't owned by the Rossi family."

Sophia laughed derisively and arrogantly. "You know what? Today's auction is funded by Jennifer's father, Mr. Walker. Jennifer has the right to decide who gets the invitation."

"Really?" I retorted with a cold laugh. "How do you know I don't have an invitation?"

Jennifer frowned and looked certain. "I didn't send you an invitation. Stop lying, Eliza."

Sophia immediately raised her voice to echo throughout the banquet hall. "Your invitation wasn't stolen, was it?"

Jennifer's friends quickly joined in, shouting, "Where is the security? There's a woman here who gatecrashed with a stolen invite!"

Two security guards in black uniforms promptly rushed over. They looked at me sternly and said, "Ma'am, please show us your invitation."

I was attending as Samuel's guest and didn't have the invitation with me.

Just as I was about to explain, many curious guests had already gathered around me. They pointed and whispered.

Timothy and his parents pushed their way through.

Amilia looked at me with contempt. "I knew she couldn't have an invitation. It turns out she stole one. She's truly disgraced the Rossi family."

Marcus's face was livid, and he repeatedly apologized to the security guards. "I'm terribly sorry. I didn't discipline her, so she caused you trouble."

"I didn't steal anything." I looked at Timothy and said, "Can't you trust me even this much?"

Timothy's face turned beet red, and he shouted at me, "Stop making a scene. Apologize and leave immediately."

My heart froze solid.

To him, my innocence didn't matter. What mattered was the Rossi family's reputation.

Seeing this, Jennifer couldn't hide her smugness and secretly signaled to Sophia.

Sophia immediately understood and lunged forward to pull at my dress. "She must have hidden the invitation."

"Don't touch me. Get away!" I struggled desperately, but her grip was strong, and one of the dress straps snapped.

The surrounding whispers grew louder, and some even took out their phones to take photos.

In the chaos, I twisted my ankle and fell forward uncontrollably. There was the champagne tower not far from the table.

Just as I was about to crash into it, I closed my eyes in despair.

Suddenly, a firm embrace caught me around the waist, pulling me into a strong chest.

The familiar scent of cigars filled the air. It was Samuel.

Sophia was unable to stop herself and slammed into the table with a loud crash.

The champagne tower collapsed spectacularly. The sound of shattering crystal glasses was piercing, and the golden liquid splashed all over her.

"Ah—!" Sophia's scream echoed through the hall.

Jennifer looked at Samuel, and her face turned deathly pale instantly. Her voice trembled. "Daddy."

The entire hall went silent.

Everyone was stunned, including me.

Jennifer called Samuel... Dad?

Samuel's languid gaze swept over everyone and finally landed on Sophia's ashen face. His deep voice carried an undeniable authority. "How dare you treat my lead engineer this way?"