Wrong Love, Final Goodbye: She'll Never Look Back

Chapter 419: Chapter 419: Unless She Made Herself Allergic on Purpose

Vincent Hawthorne rushed through the door and saw the servant standing by the bathroom door, knocking anxiously.

"Ms. Hawthorne, please calm down!"

Seeing Vincent as if she had seen a savior, she said anxiously, "Mr. Hawthorne, you’re finally here! Ms. Hawthorne has trapped Miss Thorne in the bathroom and is beating her. I’m afraid someone might die in there!"

Vincent rushed to the door handle and tried to turn it, but it wouldn’t budge—it was locked from the inside.

Leah Thorne’s cries for help were sharp and clear.

"Ms. Hawthorne, Ms. Hawthorne, I was wrong, please don’t hit me anymore! Help—"

"Yvonne!" Vincent’s jawline was taut, and he shouted angrily, "Open this door for me!"

But Yvonne didn’t respond at all. In fact, she couldn’t respond at the moment.

Whenever she tried to speak, Leah would roughly shove her into the bathtub, making her choke on water several times until she couldn’t say a word.

Leah, with a sinister look, pitifully cried out, "Mr. Hawthorne, please save me! Ms. Hawthorne, I know I was wrong—I really didn’t seduce Mr. Hawthorne."

Vincent’s face turned ashen as he banged on the door, "Yvonne! I said open the door!"

Suddenly, it was quiet inside.

The next second, there was a loud ’bang’ sound.

The sound was of something heavy crashing into the mirror, shattering it.

Yvonne watched as Leah smashed her own head into the mirror, blood flowing from her forehead in a scene that was both maddening and bizarre.

Yvonne thought she was crazy and ruthless, but she didn’t expect Leah to be even more insane, ruthless, and reckless!

Leah stared at Yvonne, while smiling and smearing the blood all over her face.

"Tell me, do you think Mr. Hawthorne will believe you or me?"

Yvonne gritted her teeth, "You crazy woman! Just you wait!"

"Leah! Leah, speak up!" Vincent couldn’t hear Leah’s voice from outside, getting increasingly worried. Losing patience, he stepped back and kicked fiercely at the door.

With a loud crash, the bathroom door was forcibly kicked open. Vincent strode in, and what he saw made his pupils contract abruptly.

Leah was curled up at the edge of the bathtub, half of her face swollen and unrecognizable, covered in blood—utterly shocking. Her hair was wet, clinging to her face, and she was trembling pitifully. There were shards of broken mirror all over the floor, stained with her blood.

Yvonne’s hair was also wet, but she had no injuries, only a slightly reddened face, a stark contrast that made it clear who the perpetrator was!

"Mr. Hawthorne..." The moment Leah saw Vincent, she seemed to see a savior, and tears burst forth instantly.

Her voice was hoarse and trembling, "It hurts so much... Please ask Ms. Hawthorne to let me go, I won’t dare see you again..."

Yvonne felt utterly wronged and, in a fit of anger, defended herself, "Brother, don’t be fooled by this bitch! She started it! She’s the one who hit me! Look at my face!"

She showed her half-swollen face, extremely indignant. In her entire life, Yvonne had never been framed like this!

"Brother, this bitch has black hands! She used to be a boxing sparring partner! She orchestrated it all, she hit me—"

"Shut up!" Vincent shouted angrily, with veins bulging at his temple. He stared at Yvonne with icy eyes, so cold that it made her take two steps back in fear.

"Brother..."

"Don’t I know you? Isn’t framing and assaulting your specialty?" Vincent glanced at the pitiful Leah, then noticed the baseball bat by Yvonne’s hand, the rage making his chest heave violently.

"Brother!" Yvonne felt extremely wronged. She reached out to grab Vincent, "Don’t believe her, this bitch framed me on purpose, she relied on looking like Tanya Sinclair, and—"

As soon as the words ’Tanya Sinclair’ were out of her mouth, Vincent’s initially angry face became utterly furious. He slapped Yvonne hard, his hand striking her face loudly.

Yvonne’s head turned from the impact, her face instantly swelling, with blood at the corner of her mouth. She held her face, eyes wide with disbelief, looking at Vincent with trembling lips, "Brother... you hit me? You hit me for this bitch?"

Watching this unfold, Leah’s eyes, covered by her long hair, showed faint changes, with a glint of light in her eyes.

She knew very well that Vincent wasn’t hitting Yvonne for her sake but for Tanya Sinclair!

Even being "tortured" to this state, Vincent hadn’t laid a hand on Yvonne, but at the mere mention of Tanya Sinclair’s name, he lost control completely.

Sure, here is your requested translation:

It seems that I have underestimated Tanya Sinclair’s influence on Vincent Hawthorne.

She faintly curled her lips, which was good, the more Vincent Hawthorne cared about Tanya Sinclair, the greater benefits she, as a substitute, could reap.

"I hit you to wake you up!" Vincent Hawthorne’s chest heaved wildly, his voice cold as if tempered with ice, "Don’t be so arrogant and reckless anymore! I spoiled you before, but from now on, I absolutely won’t indulge you and I won’t clean up your messes!"

"Brother, how can you not believe me!" Yvonne Hawthorne screamed hysterically, tears streaming down her face, her makeup smeared all over.

Leah Thorne came over timely and gently tugged at Vincent Hawthorne’s sleeve with a pitiful expression.

"Mr. Hawthorne, I’m fine. I won’t call the police or press charges against Ms. Hawthorne. You are my benefactor, so I thought about doing something for Ms. Hawthorne..."

Vincent Hawthorne sighed, he took off his coat and placed it over Leah Thorne, his eyes full of heartache.

"Leah, how can you be so kind? I’ll take you to the hospital."

"Don’t go!" Yvonne Hawthorne was losing it, she rushed up to block the door, knowing that whatever she says is futile.

There were no cameras in the bathroom, she shut the door herself, and the servants outside saw her assaulting Leah Thorne in the living room, they are the best witnesses!

She underestimated Leah Thorne, that terrible woman!

"Brother, she poisoned me!" Yvonne Hawthorne yanked her collar, revealing a shocking rash, some areas had been scratched open, forming dark red scabs.

Vincent Hawthorne was also stunned, "What’s going on here?"

"It’s all caused by that treacherous Leah Thorne!" Yvonne Hawthorne screamed, pointing at Leah, "She deliberately made me misunderstand, made me drink those medications you bought for me unsuspectingly!"

Suddenly she understood, "I figured it out, those medications weren’t prescribed by Leo Sullivan at all! She got them from who knows what shady pharmacy outside!"

Vincent Hawthorne frowned and looked at Leah Thorne, his eyes distinctly scrutinizing.

Leah Thorne wasn’t surprised, after all, she wasn’t the real Tanya Sinclair, and Yvonne Hawthorne is Vincent’s biological sister.

Leah Thorne pursed her lips, eyes reddening as she spoke, her voice weak as if it could break anytime.

"Mr. Hawthorne, why would I hurt your own sister? The medications are prescribed by Dr. Sullivan, and the recipes are his... I... I have the receipt..."

She endured the pain, walked to the living room outside, picked up her bag from the ground, and with trembling hands began rummaging, her fingers shaking drastically, rummaging for a long time, her face turning paler.

"The receipt... I distinctly remember putting it here after buying the medicine... How could it be missing?"

She lifted her head, her eyes reddened looking at Vincent Hawthorne, lips quivering a few times, tears silently rolling down, "Mr. Hawthorne, I didn’t lie, it might have fallen somewhere..."

Yvonne Hawthorne sneered, eyes full of triumph, "Pretend! Keep pretending! You can’t even produce the receipt. It’s you, this vile woman, harming me!"

"Enough." Vincent Hawthorne cut her off coldly and took out his phone, "Whether it’s Leo Sullivan’s prescription or not, a phone call will verify."

Leah Thorne lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes concealed the fleeting smugness in her eyes.

She intentionally threw away the receipt, what she wanted was for Vincent Hawthorne to personally verify. What’s the point of direct confession? Only when a man realizes he misunderstood you will he truly feel heartache.

Vincent Hawthorne directly dialed Leo Sullivan’s number and switched to speakerphone.

The call was quickly answered, "Mr. Hawthorne?"

Vincent Hawthorne glanced at Leah Thorne and got straight to the point, "Dr. Sullivan, has a Miss Leah Thorne come to you for prescriptions in the last few days?"

Yvonne Hawthorne was full of triumph, waiting to see Leah get exposed.

However, there was a moment of silence on the other end.

Leo Sullivan’s voice came through, clear and confident, "Yes, I have records here. I distinctly remember Miss Thorne, I prescribed the medicine and personally filled and decocted it. What’s going on, Mr. Hawthorne, is there a problem?"

The smile on Yvonne Hawthorne’s face instantly froze.

"How is this possible!" She interjected sharply, "Leo Sullivan, think before you speak! That medicine was sent by this vile woman for me to drink! She caused the rash all over my body!"

Leo Sullivan was well aware of Yvonne Hawthorne’s spoiled personality, extremely domineering, and her vicious nature.

The reason for her targeting Leah Thorne wasn’t difficult to guess, it was simply because she closely resembled Tanya Sinclair.

Leo Sullivan’s tone cooled, "Ms. Hawthorne, I am very certain. That day Miss Thorne personally came to get medicine, saying it was for a benefactor sister who had suffered shock, I formulated it according to her description. Those herbal medicines are supposed to be soothing and calming, they shouldn’t cause any problem. You definitely shouldn’t be allergic to them. Unless... you’re deliberately making yourself allergic."