Riley Hawthorne chimed in, "That’s right, you don’t need to worry about this matter. If there’s nothing else, you can leave now." Seeing Riley issue a dismissal, the sisters’ expressions changed slightly, looking somewhat embarrassed. "Aunt, my sister and I really didn’t mean any harm," Yara York said, shifting her gaze to Mrs. Hawthorne as she noticed neither Caden nor Riley welcomed them. Mrs. Hawthorne gave an awkward smile and quickly tried to smooth things over, "Well, Yvonne! We’re very grateful you came to see Vivian. If there’s nothing else, maybe you should head back now!" Yvonne York never expected that Mrs. Hawthorne, who had always liked her in the past, would also want her gone now. She remembered Mrs. Hawthorne often mentioned that if only she were her daughter-in-law, it would be wonderful, even inviting her to the house frequently. Since Vivian Lynch appeared, why did everything change? Yvonne felt a mix of dissatisfaction and loss in her heart but knew she shouldn’t say more. ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ Nove1Fire.net She forced a smile, saying, "In that case, we’ll be heading back. Aunt, Caden, sorry for the disturbance, we’ll visit again another day." "Haha, we’ll be leaving then," Yara said awkwardly, following suit. "Butler Hughes, please escort them," Mrs. Hawthorne instructed Simon Hughes to see them out of the villa, as they were guests after all. "Certainly, Madam," Butler Hughes nodded, then respectfully said to Yvonne and Yara, "Ladies, please follow me." Yvonne and Yara followed Butler Hughes out of the villa. On the way, both of their faces looked quite displeased. Once inside the luxury car, Yara’s face was filled with anger as she immediately vented, "Sister, they’re too much! We kindly came to visit that Vivian, yet they treated us ." Yvonne, though equally furious, remained silent and said nothing. "Sister, are you just accepting this? Watching that woman take everything from you?" Yvonne turned to her, her eyes slightly red, "What’s the use of unwillingness? Now that Vivian has successfully gained the Hawthorne family’s trust, no matter how much I like Caden, I can’t become his wife." Yara clenched her fist, speaking with determination, "Sister, we can’t just give up. There must be a way to win Caden back. As for that Vivian, I refuse to believe he will love her forever." Yara suddenly thought of something and said, "Isn’t it that they married because of a child? If we can’t remove the child from her belly once, we’ll try again." Yvonne was shocked and quickly shook her head. "No, that’s too dangerous. If Caden finds out, we’ll be finished. Don’t forget what happened to Jessica Hart!" Yara was dismissive. "We’re not as foolish as Jessica Hart. As long as we’re careful, we won’t be discovered." Yvonne fell into deep thought, feeling very conflicted. She didn’t want to give up on Caden Hawthorne, but feared the consequences of taking a risk. "Sister, if you can’t do it, leave it to me," Yara seemed to understand her hesitations and quickly said, "I will definitely make Vivian’s child have a miscarriage." Ultimately, jealousy and desire clouded Yvonne’s judgment, and she nodded. "Fine, but be careful, no one can find out," Yvonne gritted her teeth and said. The hospital at night was particularly quiet, only the faint sound of instruments and occasional footsteps. A figure in a white coat and mask furtively sneaked onto the intensive care unit floor. This person skillfully avoided the nurses and doctors on duty, arriving at Jessica Hart’s room. Through the window, seeing the unconscious Jessica Hart, their eyes flashed with coldness. They gently pushed open the door, walked into the room, and approached Jessica’s bedside. Looking at Jessica Hart, covered with tubes, he unhesitatingly reached out to disconnect some critical ones. At that moment, footsteps suddenly echoed in the hallway. The mysterious person was startled and quickly stopped, hiding behind the curtain. It was a nurse checking the room, unaware someone was behind the curtain. The nurse entered, checked the data on the instruments, looked at Jessica Hart’s condition, then turned to leave. Once the nurse was gone, the mysterious person reached out again. However, just as success seemed imminent, voices and approaching footsteps came from outside the room. "Young Master Sinclair, the shooter at the dock hasn’t been found yet, but our Master suspects someone wants to silence witnesses." The mysterious person’s heart tightened, knowing they couldn’t continue. They hid behind the curtain, not daring to breathe. Sean Sinclair and Zachary Sutton walked into the room. Sean looked at the unconscious Jessica Hart, filled with worry. "We must quickly find the shooter and the mastermind. I don’t believe Jessica would pay to kidnap Vivian; she has limited capabilities." Zachary Sutton nodded. "Don’t worry, Master Hawthorne has increased manpower for the investigation. But right now, the most important thing is to protect Jessica; she’s crucial to the case." They stayed in the room for a while, discussing the next steps. The mysterious person behind the curtain was anxious but dared not act. Suddenly, Zachary, keenly aware, seemed to sense something and looked at the curtain, noticing the window was open. "Do you feel the curtain moving?" Upon hearing this, Sean turned to look, seeing the window open, speculating, "It might be the wind?" "No," Zachary shook his head, "There’s someone behind the curtain." As soon as Zachary spoke, he walked over and pulled the curtain aside sharply but saw nothing. At this point, the mysterious person had already hidden atop the air conditioner unit outside, feeling their heart racing, holding their breath, not daring to make a sound. Zachary frowned, puzzled, and looked out the window, scanning the room without finding anything unusual. "What are you looking for?" Sean Sinclair asked, equally perplexed, watching Zachary. Zachary gathered his thoughts and said, "Perhaps I’m being too sensitive." Sean Sinclair sighed, "Come on, I’ll see you out." Zachary nodded, and they turned to leave the room. After waiting on the air conditioner unit for a while, ensuring they left, the mysterious person carefully climbed back into the room. The mysterious person glanced at Jessica Hart’s IV, their eyes showing coldness. From their pocket, they took out a tiny vial and syringe, injecting the medicine into her IV. After completing the task and tidying up, a nurse entering to check temperatures spotted them and watched him warily, "Who are you? What are you doing?"