Part 46
…If a woman isn’t ruthless, her position isn’t secure.
I wonder if Michael Wood is safe?
The Vault raised an eyebrow to show her shock, but the muscles on her face barely moved, still maintaining an air of calm and indifference, leaving the audience utterly bewildered.
The live chat had long been flooded with the uncultured exclamation “卧槽,” as no one expected the seemingly harmonious marriage to collapse so quickly—it was like a plastic couple’s love being tested by a real fire.
Not even a trace of scum left.
“I’ll never believe in love again.”
“Stop searching, stop searching. [clutching head and screaming]”
“I thought Q-ge was a delicate little flower, but turns out it’s me. [goodbye]”
“When will I ever learn to have that poker face like the boss?”
“For things to get to this point, not a single drama king is innocent! They’re all damn good actors!”
·
The Vault put everything back in place again, stood up, and walked around the room.
The windows were tightly shut, curtains trailing to the floor, everything arranged in perfect order.
The Vault glanced back at the door, then looked around the room again.
Since The Vault loaded into the game, no cleaner had appeared. According to Lucy Sanders’s lines, it was because their usual cleaner had taken leave, so the villa needed Julia Campbell’s help with cleaning.
Yesterday, Julian Grant came down and turned the living room into a mess, but didn’t offer to help tidy up—after all, he wasn’t a real housewife and wasn’t used to doing chores. But this bedroom was spotless, as if Julian Grant hadn’t disturbed anything while searching for evidence.
The Vault ran a finger along the floor to check—there wasn’t much dust, so it must have been cleaned not long ago.
The night Julian Grant locked himself in the bedroom, he put in a lot of effort to clean this room.
Interesting.
What was he trying to clean up?
The Vault smiled faintly and turned to the bathroom next door.
The white light flicked on, illuminating all the fixtures inside.
The Vault picked up a discarded rag from under the cabinet.
It was supposed to be a white rag, but due to Julian Grant’s improper use, it was now mottled and stained.
The Vault brought it to the sink, spread it out in the water, carefully washed off the dust, and examined the useful traces left on the fabric.
In the upper right corner of the rag, there was a small dark red stain, looking very much like blood. Whether it really was or not would require professional testing to confirm.
The Vault measured it with her hand.
The stain wasn’t large, about the size of a thumb. It was probably some residual blood in a corner that Julian Grant noticed and cleaned up.
The Vault returned to the bedroom, got down on the floor, and peered into every corner.
Sure enough, Julian Grant hadn’t cleaned thoroughly—there was still dust under the bed.
The spots blocked by furniture must be a straight man’s cleaning blind spot.
The Vault shone a flashlight underneath and used a piece of clothing to sweep out a small bloodstained shard of glass from under the bed. Around the glass were more tiny fragments, glinting faintly in the light.
This must have been something that shattered and flew under the bed, never properly cleaned up.
So, Julia Campbell and Michael Wood must have had a fight over something not long ago, which escalated into a physical altercation.
The Vault patted herself down.
There’s a clear strength difference between men and women, especially since Julia Campbell is physically weak. Michael Wood didn’t have any obvious injuries, so the one who got hurt was Julia Campbell.
Did Julian Grant’s sudden bout of vomiting blood today have something to do with an old injury from last time?
The Vault lay on the floor for a while, shielding her eyes from the light, carefully sorting through the clues in her mind. After a moment, she sat up and searched the room again.
This time, there was no more evidence.
The Vault went to the storage room, pulled out a black duffel bag, randomly grabbed a few clothes, stuffed in a towel and toiletries, and got ready to go to the hospital.
Thanks to Julian Grant for providing the evidence. He really went through a lot.
The people’s victory will remember him.
·
This round of game time passed quickly. By the time The Vault returned to the hospital, it was already three in the afternoon. Julian Grant was sleeping, breathing steadily, and seemed to have really dozed off after lying there for so long.
The Vault quietly took out Julia Campbell’s phone, removed the case, and sat down by the bed.
Not long after, Julian Grant opened his eyes, shifted a bit in bed, and asked in a low voice, “You’re back?”
“Yeah.” The Vault moved the phone aside a little, snapped a photo of his face, and said, “I didn’t know if you wanted to wear women’s or men’s clothes, so I brought you a few of each. I picked them out carefully—you’ll probably like them.”
“Huh?” Julian Grant said, “Aren’t you supposed to wear hospital gowns in the hospital?”
The Vault replied, “For when you’re discharged.”
Julian Grant didn’t care: “The scenario’s almost over, what’s the point of changing clothes?”
The Vault said seriously, “As long as it makes you happy, the scenario doesn’t matter.”
Julian Grant was so thrown by her words that he got goosebumps all over. He looked at The Vault with growing concern, worried that this woman was getting too into character and might start taking things seriously.
…Why does she get so addicted to playing the domineering CEO?
…Does she even remember she’s a woman?
“It’s about time. I’ll go get your scans. Why don’t you sleep a bit more?” The Vault patted his shoulder and gave a gentle smile. “Everything’s in the suitcase, I brought the laptop too. If you don’t want to sleep, you can get up and play for a while.”
Julian Grant asked, “Did you bring my phone?”
The Vault: “I think I did, but I didn’t really pay attention. Look for it yourself, I’ll go buy you something to eat.”
Julian Grant was a little embarrassed by her sudden thoughtfulness. His simple and kind nature made him feel guilty: “That’s not necessary, is it? Do you still have to take care of me? It’s just the setting, you can go do your own thing. The 26th is almost over, you don’t have much time left.”
“We’ll talk after your test results are out. Isn’t it boring to leave you lying here alone?” The Vault said firmly. “Don’t worry, I know what I’m doing.”
With that, she left the ward. After closing the door, she turned and headed to the break room next door, phone in hand.
In the room, Julian Grant stared blankly into space for a long time before letting out a heavy sigh.
·
“I don’t know whether to feel sorry for Q-ge or just laugh.”
“Q-ge: so touched. [ptui]”
“The boss has no heart.”
“Scumbag! This is a scumbag! But can you not be moved by this kind of scumbag? No!”
“Q-ge, whatever you do, don’t watch the stream replay—you’ll cry.”
“There have been all kinds of tricks in this game, but to actually get tricked into catching feelings… Q-ge is so pitiful.”
Chapter 30: Accident
The Vault sat in the break room, quickly scrolling through Julia Campbell’s messaging apps, but unfortunately didn’t find much. Julian Grant had deleted almost everything.
Since she didn’t know how the plot would develop, The Vault couldn’t accurately judge the usefulness of the information. So she simply wrote down Julia Campbell’s recent call records and the relevant friend IDs from her social apps, then hurried to the fourth floor to pick up the scans.
The files had already been placed by the window. The Vault pulled out the folder labeled with Julia Campbell’s name and took it to the attending doctor.
The relatively young doctor studied the scans over and over, his expression growing more serious. Finally, he swiped the card, typed quickly, and instructed, “Take the patient for another test. After you pay, take the slip to the nurse at the door—she’ll tell you where to go for the scan.”
The Vault dutifully showed her concern and asked, “Is something wrong?”
The doctor only said vaguely, “We’ll talk when the results are out. It’s not certain yet. The patient and family shouldn’t be too nervous—it might not be a big deal. Go ahead.”
The Vault took the medical card and thanked him politely.
So, Julian Grant’s time lying around in the hospital was extended again.
He got the bad news while rummaging through the suitcase.
A bright red light flashed in his vision, and the system time in the upper right corner suddenly jumped forward, nearly making him lose it.
Julian Grant stood up and angrily threw the clothes in his hand onto the floor.
He couldn’t take this injustice!
Not long after, The Vault returned. She calmly placed the folder on the table, looked at her companion radiating a self-isolating aura, and innocently asked, “What’s wrong?”
“Why!” Julian Grant broke down, pointing at the watch on his wrist. “My test time just jumped to tomorrow afternoon—I have to lie here for another day! Is this scenario a forced AFK mode? Is it deliberately messing with me?”
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