Chapter 2 A Change Of Heart

Corinne suppressed the turmoil within her and discreetly pressed the record button on her phone.

The longer she listened, the tighter her fists became, her nails piercing her skin.

She was tempted to confront Mathew now, but she knew that showing her anger prematurely wouldn't help.

A sudden idea sparked in her mind, and her gaze became focused.

She slipped back into the main villa.

Inside, Zoey was enjoying a cup of coffee.

Seeing Corinne out of breath, Zoey looked up in surprise.

Taking a moment to catch her breath, Corinne said, "Mrs. Scott, I've reconsidered. I agree to marry your son. However, could you possibly recall the fifty million you've already disbursed?"

"Certainly," Zoey responded with a slight smile.

The Scott family acted quickly. Within three hours, Corinne was holding the marriage certificate.

As Corinne stared at it, a flood of thoughts overwhelmed her. Just then, her phone rang.

Corinne saw the caller ID, and her expression turned frosty.

The moment she answered, the voice on the other end exclaimed, "Corinne, what's happening? Why did the Scott family reclaim the fifty million?"

"Huh." Corinne snorted. "Uncle, I'm curious about what was on your mind when you sold me for three hundred million."

Robert Gibson, Corinne's uncle, hesitated, then quickly responded, "Corinne, I did it for you, for the company. I had no ulterior motives. It was wrong not to tell you. I've been tormented by guilt, wishing I could sacrifice myself for your father."

Corinne nearly laughed in disbelief at Robert's audacity.

She retorted coldly, "You're connected to my father's grave illness, aren't you? I have proof and plan to take it to the authorities."

Robert's breathing quickened. How did she find out?

Yet he still attempted to justify himself. "Corinne, what are you talking about? You've misunderstood me."

Corinne scoffed and gritted her teeth. "Enough! I see right through you. You aim to take control at the shareholders' meeting and pocket the proceeds from selling me off? Your plan couldn't be more transparent. However, you're destined to fail. I'll safeguard both the money and Gibson Group from your clutches. You won't succeed in getting anything!"

"Corinne, you bitch! Accusing me falsely, you'll suffer terribly for this." Robert's angry voice came through the phone.

Realizing he had dropped all pretenses, Corinne ended the call with a sharp click.

After that, she quickly got her father's reliable helper to hand over the audio recording.

While this confirmed that Robert and Mathew were after Gibson Group's assets and betrayed her, it didn't directly tie them to her father's illness. This evidence would give her some breathing room, but she needed a more solid plan.

Feeling the weight of her situation, she massaged her temples and wrapped her arms around herself.

Before she knew it, night had crept in unnoticed.

A maid came in with sleepwear and a bowl of soup. "Ma'am, this is a fertility-enhancing soup that your mother-in-law ordered especially for you."

Corinne frowned slightly at the overly revealing sleepwear and the dark soup.

Before she could protest, the maid insisted she change.

Under the watchful eyes of the maid, Corinne reluctantly slipped into the sleepwear and consumed the soup, then was ushered into the bedroom.

"Go on. We've administered special medicine to Mr. Scott. It's best to be intimate with him sooner rather than later."

As Corinne entered the room, her eyes settled on the distant bed.

There lay a man dressed in a white shirt and black pants, his features remarkably handsome under the dim light, marked by a sharp, angular jawline. Yet, he was in a vegetative state.

Corinne hadn't expected the renowned heir of the esteemed Scott family to be not only well-connected but also strikingly attractive. It was such a shame that he was now unresponsive.

Had it not been for his condition, she likely would never have had the opportunity to approach him.

At this moment, Corinne felt an intense heat spreading throughout her body.

Clearly, the soup was anything but ordinary.

Remembering what the maid had said, and considering the three hundred million, Corinne braced herself and took a few steps towards the bed.

The man's normally impeccable face was now tinged with red, evidently affected by the same potent medicine.

Corinne's heart raced, and the warmth inside her rose in waves.

She took deep breaths, her eyelashes fluttering as she gazed at the man. "I'm sorry, I have to do this. You won't feel anything... But still, I'm sorry!"

With that, Corinne cautiously climbed onto the bed and positioned herself over the man. Their body heat merged instantly.

She then awkwardly unbuttoned his shirt, her fingers clumsy and clearly unpracticed.

It took her over ten minutes, but she eventually opened his shirt.

His well-defined body, with broad shoulders, a slim waist, and eight-pack abs, made Corinne's eyes widen in surprise, fueling her inner passion.

Gulping, she murmured, "I'm about to start, Mr. Scott. Please be prepared."

Having said that, Corinne could no longer pause to admire his physique.

The overwhelming desire inside her was ready to take over. Without further delay, she pulled down his trousers, closed her eyes, and lowered herself onto him.