Alfred went to the hospital afterward to check on Ella's condition. He’s making sure Ella will be alive, but not enough to wake her up. He will only get her treated once Vivianne follows his demands. 
But it seems fate is not on his side now, because he was shocked to see Vivianne just coming out of Ella's room, holding a large suitcase. 
“What does this mean?” Alfred asked in a deep and angry tone. “You’re leaving your mother for that man?” 
“I just said goodbye to her earlier, and I’m sure she’ll understand me,” Vivianne replied. 
“How can she understand if she's already dead?” 
“She won’t die.” Vivianne gritted her teeth but forced herself to stay calm. This was not the time to argue with her father. She was already exhausted from everything that had happened. “I’m leaving.” 
Vivianne took a step forward, thinking her father would not speak again, but she was wrong. 
“I’m giving you one last chance to take back what you said. Go back to the mansion and break up with Beckett,” Alfred ordered, seemingly running out of patience. “One last chance, Vivianne, because you’re completely draining my patience.” 
“Sorry, not sorry, but no. My decision is final,” Vivianne answered firmly and walked straight ahead. 
She completely passed her father, her heart pounding because of it. But she didn’t let fear win. She couldn’t. She had long allowed her father to control her. 
Vivianne needed to change her plan. 
“You’ll regret this, Vivianne!” Alfred shouted, causing her to stop walking. “You’ll regret siding with that man instead of me. Remember that.” 
Vivianne heard footsteps moving away, a sign that Alfred was heading in the opposite direction. Only then did she breathe a sigh of relief, but the trembling didn’t stop. 
“He’s angry…” Vivianne whispered in fear, knowing that when her father was angry, he recognized no one. 
Not anyone.
And Vivianne was right in her thoughts, because when Alfred reached an isolated place where not many people passed by, he took out his phone and called Ulysses, one of his men. 
“Kill Beckett Clainfer... and Vivianne Allamino if necessary,” he ordered as soon as Ulysses answered the call. “And I want you to do it as soon as possible.”
“Boss? Even Miss Vivianne?” Ulysses asked in surprise.
“Yes,” Alfred replied without hesitation. “She started liking Beckett Clainfer back, and she’s becoming uncontrollable. If you can’t bring her back, then just kill her. She’s of no use if she continues like this.”
Ulysses was stunned on the other end of the line by the weight of the boss's order, but after a moment, he came to his senses and nodded. “Understood, boss.”
MEANWHILE, Beckett took Vivianne to his penthouse in Agrianthropos City. That was the only safe place for them. His men definitely wouldn’t be able to get in even if they wanted to.
Instead of staying at the hospital, Beckett treated Vivianne’s wounds himself. Luckily, he knew how, and he always had a first aid kit with him.
“I think you need to go to the hospital, but I hope this will suffice,” Beckett said while applying medicine to Vivianne’s fresh wounds. “Tell me if something hurts, and don’t act brave in front of me.”
“I’m okay—Ouch.” Vivianne winced because her right arm suddenly throbbed. There was a bruise there.
“I just told you not to act brave in front of me.”
Beckett shook his head before looking at his wife’s right arm. His vision darkened while staring at her wounds, but there was nothing more he could do.
“Does it still hurt?” Beckett asked before gently touching Vivianne’s bruise.
“A bit,” she replied in a soft voice, but she was shocked when Beckett suddenly brought his lips close to her bruise and kissed it. “W-What are you doing?”
“Taking the pain away,” Beckett said before kissing her shoulder, which also had a small bruise. “Does it still hurt?”
“N-Not anymore.”
It was a lie. Of course, it still hurts. The pain doesn’t just disappear because you’re kissed by someone you love. 
But somehow, it made her day better. She had felt so heavy-hearted since the last time she spoke with Beckett at the hospital. She thought he was truly angry and had left her… But her husband came back and saved her once again.
Beckett always saved her, whether she asked for his help or not.
“Vivianne,” Beckett called, bringing Vivianne back to reality. He leaned close and kissed her on the lips. “I love you.”
“I love you too…” she replied softly, her face almost turning red as she said it.
“Say it again,” Beckett said, caressing his wife’s cheek. “Say it without any embarrassment or hesitation this time… my wife.”
Vivianne took a deep breath before looking into Beckett’s eyes. “I love you so much, Beckett.”
Beckett’s gaze darkened at that moment, and before Vivianne even knew it, Beckett leaned in again to kiss her. It was deep and aggressive right away, but even though she found it hard to breathe, she didn’t complain or push Beckett away.
She did the opposite. She grabbed Beckett’s collar to pull him closer and kiss him more.
Vivianne wanted to feel him. To have his warmth embracing her. To feel his love fulfilling her. Despite the chaos, everything was in peace as long as they were in each other’s arms.
‘And I hope… this never ends,’ Vivianne thought as Beckett slowly started to remove her clothes.
They shared a passionate night. Despite her body's pain, Vivianne’s husband couldn’t hold back anymore. In the end, she lay in bed while Beckett gently wiped her body clean.
“I’m sorry, I know I should have let you rest already, but I need to recharge before executing our next plan,” Beckett joked.
“Hey!” Vivianne slapped him playfully to cover her embarrassment. “Speaking of plans, we need to be careful. Alfred’s mad.”
“And why would I care if he’s mad?” Beckett raised an eyebrow.
“Because when he’s angry, he recognizes no one. This is the first time I’ve seen him that angry, and I can’t help but be nervous,” she said while staring at the wall. “What if he’s already doing something bad to mom right now?”
“He won’t do that.”
“How can you be so sure?”
“People like him always craft plans for everything before moving, regardless of their emotions.” They looked at each other. “They’re perfectionists… and we need to take advantage of that.”
Vivianne frowned. “What do you mean?”
“We won’t let him plan anything… Since we’re going to attack him before he even knows it.” Beckett smirked.
“When?”
“Tomorrow,” Beckett replied, his expression turning serious again. “Your suffering will end now, Vivianne. You can live a happy and peaceful life from now on… With me.”