Chapter 82 Chapter 82 At night, Andrian returned home later than usual. As on the previous days, he had already planned to go to the pavilion where Aliana Ived to interrogate his wife. However, the moment his car stopped in the mansion's driveway, Andrian saw Aliana already standing at the front door, waiting for him Aliana stepped toward Andrian as he got out of the car. "I want to talk," she said briefly. Andrian, already exhausted and irritated from the past few days, simply gave a cold nod. "Let's talk in the study." They entered the mansion without any small talk. Once inside, Andrian sat at his desk while Aliana took the seat across from him. Without wasting time, Andrian pulled a folder from a drawer and handed it over. "Sign it. I've done more than enough for you as my wife lately," Andrian said firmly, pushing the papers toward Aliana. Aliana glanced at it without the slightest look of surprise. The papers were divorce documents, and she had already suspected he would give them to her soon. "You forgot what I told you, Andrian. I already said, I will not divorce you." "After all the scandals you've caused?" Andrian raised an eyebrow. "You've dragged my family's name through the mud. And you still have the face to say that?" His tone was dripping with mockery. "People see you as nothing more than a cheap woman, Aliana. Do you think I'll keep you?" Aliana didn't respond. She simply sat in silence, letting Andrian vent his anger. He continued, his voice rising. "For the past few days, I've been cleaning up your mess everywhere. Investors are panicking, the family's image is in ruins, and you haven't even tried to defend yourself. You just stay silent, as if everything they say is true. And now you refuse to divorce? What exactly are you thinking?" When Andrian finally stopped speaking, Aliana reached into the pocket of her dress. She took out a folded sheet of paper and placed it on the desk in front of him. "I won't make you lose out," Aliana said calmly. "I have only one condition. I will not divorce you-unless I'm the one who wants it." Andrian scoffed, narrowing his eyes at her. "Your confidence really defies logic, Miss Aliana." Despite his irritation, Andrian picked up the paper Aliana had given him. As he read it, his expression changed instantly. His eyes narrowed, lingering on her with a sharp, searching gaze, "What does this mean?" he asked flatly, though suspicion laced his voice. Aliana straightened her posture and met his gaze head-on. "That's a brief proof of something that will benefit you. I already know the illness you're suffering from." "What do you mean?" Andrian's head shot up, his eyes narrowing again. "Aplastic anemia," Aliana replied without hesitation. "I know you have it." 1/4 Chapter 82 Andrian's jaw lightened, his gaze turning sharp. "Who told you? Giselle? Your university friend who happens to be my doctor "No," Aliana answered quickly. "Giselle has never told me anything about her patients, including you. She's professional Andrian kept studying her with suspicion. "Then how did you find out?" Leaning back, Aliana's tone remained steady. "I'm a doctor too, Andrian, I recognized the symptoms when you suddenly collapsed in the hospital, u face was extremely pale, you were weak, short of breath, unsteady, and likely experiencing a drop in platelets. That's enough to be a sign And I'm guessing by now you need blood transfusions every two weeks just to keep going." Andrian held his breath for a moment. "That's not something you can confirm just by looking." "I can confirm that every symptom matches," Aliana replied calmly. "And I know that even though blood transfusions keep your red blood cell levels o it's not a long-term solution. Medically, regular transfusions risk iron overload in vital organs-like your liver and heart. That can lead to permanent organ damage. Not to mention the risk of your immune system reacting against repeated donor blood." Andrian fell silent, but his expression showed that he understood. "I'm looking for another way-one that will benefit you more," Aliana continued. "The only treatment that can completely cure aplastic anemia is a stem cell transplant. With that procedure, your damaged bone marrow will be replaced with healthy marrow from a compatible donor. It requires preparation and intensive care, but if successful, you won't have to depend on transfusions anymore." Andrian stared at her for a long moment. "So... this paper is the result of a stem cell donor compatibility test?" "Yes," Aliana replied curtly. "The test is called HLA typing-human leukocyte antigen typing. It matches genetic markers between donor and recipient. they match, there's a high chance the recipient's body will accept the stem cells without severe rejection." Andrian frowned. "You had a doctor check for compatibility with me?" "I admit I asked Giselle for help with this," Aliana said honestly. "The results are a match. A very high match, in fact-almost perfect HLA compatibility." Andrian was stunned. "That's not important," Aliana said flatly. "What matters is that my HLA results show I can be your stem cell donor." "These HLA results are yours?" Andrian's voice was edged with disbelief. Aliana looked at him evenly, without confirming or denying. "I don't want a divorce. In exchange, I'll save your life," Andrian's gaze shifted, filled with interest, but he still hesitated. He wanted to be cured, but Aliana's condition was significant-even if he knew it was a fair trade for his life. "If you want to refuse, that's your right," Aliana said, noting his silence. "But this is the only way for you to make a full recovery. If you agree, we can start the process. If you're still unsure, you're welcome to verify the test results yourself. I'll wait for your decision." Andrian didn't answer. He just looked at the HLA test results in his hand, then back at Aliana, carefully weighing his choice. Chapter 82 After their conversation, Andrian remained in his study His mind churned, mulling over the stern cad trammptar information felt sudden, especially coming from Abans, who had been so indifferent before His thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the study door. "Come in," Andrian said shortly. Eint stepped inside, carrying a folder and a tablet. "Sir, I have the latest report from the expert team analyzing the video that's been circulating Andrian looked up, signaling him to continue. Elric placed the folder on the desk and powered on the tablet. "The team has analyzed the video in detail. We found several indications that the footage was edited." "Edited?" Andrian frowned. "What do you mean...?" "There are portions of the video that appear to have been altered. Frame-by-frame analysis shows differences in pixel quality between the face and the body. This is a clear sign of deepfake technology or face replacement." Andrian's gaze sharpened. "So... the woman in the video isn't Aliana?" "That seems to be the case," Elric replied. "Although they look very similar at first glance, a detailed comparison reveals significant differences-hairline shape, jaw structure, and eye spacing. We also found that the hairstyle of the woman in the video doesn't match Mrs. Aliana's hairstyle during the same time period the footage was supposedly recorded." Andrian leaned back, absorbing the information. "Show me." Elric played the video on the tablet and brought up several comparison photos. He pointed to the screen. "Here-look at the hairline in the front. Mrs. Aliana's is neater and more symmetrical, while the woman in the video has a small gap on the left side. And here, the chin shape is slightly rounder compared to Mrs. Aliana's. These differences are subtle to the naked eye but obvious when magnified." Andrian nodded slowly. He could see it now. Elric brought up another photo. "There's something else important, sir. After a deep facial analysis, we found a high match with the late Miss Alicia-Mrs. Aliana's twin sister." Andrian stared at the screen longer. The more he looked, the clearet it became-the woman in the video resembled Alicia more than Aliana. "You're right... she does look more like Alicia." "Exactly, sir," Elric confirmed. "The lip shape and cheekbones are identical to Miss Alicia's. Since they were twins, deepfake editing would be much easier because the physical differences are so minimal." Andrian drew a deep breath. "So someone deliberately used this footage to make it look like Aliana." "Yes," Elric nodded. "Our team also found other indications from the video content itself. Based on body language, facial expressions, and hand movements, there's a strong possibility that the encounter shown wasn't consensual." "What do you mean?" Andrian's attention snapped fully to him, confusion flickering in his eyes. Elric replayed a section of the video and paused at specific frames. "The woman's hand movements repeatedly appear to be pushing against the man's chest. Her expression shows fear, not pleasure. There are moments where her shoulders tense and her eyes shut tightly-reactions typical of someone in distress." Andrian's jaw clenched as he studied each frame. 07:17 Tue, 2 Sept Chapter 82 "Furthermore," [fric continued, "the camera angle is suspicious. It's positioned from above, as it hidden There's woman's consent." Andrian leaned back in his chair, his expression hardening. So you're suggesting this is a video of coercion? "Yes, sir," Elric replied firmly. "Most likely, this is a recording of a rape captured illegally. And if the woman in it is indeed the late Ming Alba, not only an attack meant to destroy Miss Aliana's reputation, but also to tarnish Miss Alicia's name." The room fell silent for a moment. Andrian stared at the tablet screen, which now displayed a photo of Alicia's face beside the face of the women in the video. There was no doubt anymore-the two were identical. Slowly, Andrian began to understand why Aliana had never tried to deny or admit to the video. She had remained silent, even under immerse pressure. "So, Aliana's been protecting Alicia," Andrian murmured softly. Elric nodded. "Most likely so, sir. If Miss Aliana denied it and revealed that the woman was Miss Alicia, then Miss Alicia's name would be destroyed in the public eye. Even if the incident in the video was suspected to be coercion-the late Miss Alicia's honor would still be stained." Andrian ran both hands over his face, feeling a mixture of anger and regret. He recalled how he had insulted Aliana with harsh words, accusing her without proof. Now, everything became clear. He understood that Aliana's silence wasn't avoidance-it was a deliberate choice to bear the burden in order to protect her sister's dignity. "Make sure all this data is secured," Andrian ordered. "Not a single copy of the video should be circulating. And also, find the person who spread this video-by any means necessary." "Understood, sir," Elric replied, powering off the tablet and bowing respectfully. "We'll tighten data security immediately and track down the culprit." Freelance photographer Violet Beck is forced into an engagement with CEO Roy Payne. He is everything her wild heart rebels against: proper, predictable, and painfully kind. But love has a way of devel...