Lovely wife 135

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Chapter 135

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“Anna is safe. She’s currently resting. Just like you, she’s received some substances–questionable ones. My people found her In a nearby hotel room, alone and asleep. She was brought to the hospital as well. Liam said.

Izzy stood near the window, staring at the city below. The streets of San Francisco were alive with movement–cars weaving through traffic, pedestrians rushing along the sidewalks, buildings illuminated with the glow of countless offices and restaurants. The world kept moving, indifferent to what had happened to her.

Her arms were crossed, her fingers gripping her own skin lightly as if grounding herself. She exhaled sharply. “Are you sure it was Cecil?” Just a few minutes ago, Liam told her that he suspected Cecil was the one behind this. However, he was almost certain, she wasn’t acting alone. Sadly, he couldn’t find out anything about her accomplice.

Liam leaned against the small table in the hospital room, his arms folded. “There’s no hard evidence.” He watched her carefully. “But that was expected. Cecil knows how to cover heracks. She’s good at this.”

Izzy’s fingers curled tighter against her arm. “She really will do anything to bring me down?

Liam pushed off the table and walked toward her. “Don’t worry about Cecil. She has her own problems to deal with now.”

Izzy turned her head slightly, her eyes narrowing. “What do you mean?”

Liam reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a tablet. Without another word, he handed it to her.

Izzy took it and glanced at the screen. A live news broadcast was played. The anchor, a sharply dressed woman with neatly styled blonde hair, was speaking in a serious tone.

“Breaking news this morning regarding the Weiss Foundation’s alleged corruption scandal. Documents leaked earlier today suggest that millions of dollars in donations meant for children’s orphanages in Africa were never properly allocated.”

The screen shifted, showing footage of a run–down orphanage with cracked walls and broken windows. Malnourished children sat outside, some wearing torn clothes, others playing with old, battered toys.

“The Weiss Foundation, which has received hundreds of millions in donations over the past five years, is under fire for allegedly misusing these funds,” the anchor continued. “Reports indicate that instead of providing proper aid, the orphanages only received secondhand books, worn–out clothes, and outdated supplies–while financial records show significant transfers to private accounts linked to high–level executives.”

Izzy’s grip on the tablet tightened.

The screen cut to a video of a man standing in front of one of the orphanages, his expression tense as he spoke into the microphone.

“We were promised support–food, medicine, school funding,” the man said. “But what we got were old clothes, things that weren’t even useful. And yet, the Weiss Foundation still uses our pictures in their reports as if they’re helping us.”

The footage changed again, this time showing an overlay of bank statements and transaction records. The anchor’s voice continued.

“Among those implicated in the financial discrepancies is Cecil Weiss, the foundation’s head. Public records show that multiple donations were funneled through shell companies before vanishing without à clear trace. The question now- where did the money go?”

zzy exhaled through her nose, her eyes darkening as she watched.

The camera cut back to the news anchor.

“We have reached out to the Weiss Foundation for a response, but so far, they have declined to comment. Meanwhile, legal experts say that if these allegations hold, criminal charges could follow.”

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Izzy lowered the tablet slightly and turned to Liam: “When did this break?”

“Early this morning.” Liam tucked his hands into his pockets. “The media is all over it. And given the scale of the accusations, it won’t go away anytime soon.”

Izzy’s lips pressed into a thin line.

Cecil had tried to destroy her. But now, the world was turning against Cecil instead.

“You did this?” she asked.

Liam moved to stand beside her, his gaze fixed on the city lights outside. “I always prefer the fast and quiet way of handling problems.” He slid his hands into his pockets. “I don’t give people the chance to figure out who their real enemy is.”

Izzy turned slightly, studying him. The way he spoke, the way he carried himself–there was always a sense of control. He didn’t rush. He didn’t make reckless moves. He struck when it mattered most.

“You were waiting for the right moment,” she murmured.

Liam glanced at her, a small smirk forming on his lips. “Of course. Why waste time fighting a battle when you can end the

war in one move?”

Izzy exhaled, shifting her gaze back to the tablet in her hand. Cecil had been so focused on her that she hadn’t even seen this coming. Now, the woman who prided herself on controlling every narrative was the one scrambling to stay afloat.

should have expected this from you,” Izzy said, placing the tablet down on the table.

Liam tilted his head slightly. “Expected what?”

She looked up at him. “That you’d take things into your own hands.”

His smirk faded. He reached out, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. “They harmed my wife. You were in danger. His fingers lingered near her cheek before he lowered his hand. I should have prevented it from happening in the first place.”

Izzy shook her head. “It wasn’t your fault. I was the one who was stubborn. I wanted to handle everything myself,” she sighed. “I apologize.”

Liam stilled for a second before suddenly leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to her cheek.

Izzy blinked. She lifted an eyebrow as she turned to face him fully. “What was that for?”

“I’ve known you since we were younger and that- that’s the first time I’ve ever heard you admit you were stubborn.” His lips twitched. “I never thought you’d mature enough to say it.”