Chapter 341

Vincent exerted the last remnants of his strength, his throat rasping from the sheer strain of holding himself together. "I have already secured the best treatment for your mother. The foremost specialists in cranial injuries, directed by Dr. Ross Spencer, will arrive tomorrow for a full evaluation."

Pausing to let his words sink in, he added, "As for your father's burial-every ritual, every single procedure, every detail of the arrangement, I will personally oversee it all to the highest standard possible. I will uncover the crucial proof tying Erica to this crash. In three days, I will force the real culprit to kneel before your father's grave and your mother's bed and beg for forgiveness!"

Vincent laid out a series of promises. The medical care, the burial, and the truth. Each one represented the urgent needs Hannah could not set aside in that moment. He was prepared to remove every barrier on her behalf. He spoke these promises as though bargaining for her acceptance.

Vincent gazed at Hannah with unbearable depth,every ounce of pride and control crumbling into one last raw, undignified plea. "Could you refuse to marry Claude?"

At these words, Claude's eyes blazed with uncontrollable rage.

Hannah,whose wrist was trapped tightly in Vincent's grip, uttered nothing.

Time seemed to crawl endlessly.

Moments later, Hannah slowly withdrew her wrist from Vincent's grasp, inch by inch, her determination unwavering. Then, she raised her eyes to meet Vincent's gaze. "I couldn't."

Having said that, she didn't spare him another look.She turned to Claude, her tone flat and emotionless."Claude, let's get out of here."

Claude immediately tightened his grip on Hannah's hand and led her away.

Vincent was left alone, frozen in place. He remained in that futile posture of clinging to what had already slipped away. His palm closed on nothing but the vanishing trace of her warmth.

The following three days surged by in restless commotion. Claude managed every detail of the wedding,leaving Hannah time to sort out her own issue.

Hannah, suspicious of Erica, had promptly had someone look into Erica.

Yet, the report returned maddeningly useless. Erica's years abroad were a void; her career record was practically blank. It was evident she was not merely Sharon's adopted daughter. Her background proved far more intricate than Hannah had assumed.

Time slipped quickly, and the wedding day came.

At Hannah's insistence, the ceremony was designed to be small and tender, with only close friends in attendance.

Margaret, granted a rare two-hour release from the hospital for her daughter's wedding, sat in a wheelchair.Her complexion was pale, but her spirit glowed, and a nurse attended to her at her side.

Hannah, from her suite, kept checking her mother's condition with anxious glances.

In the hall, Claude welcomed guests warmly; indeed,every aspect was perfectly managed, just as he had pledged. Hannah didn't have to fret over anything.

Asking everyone to leave her briefly, Hannah picked up a picture of Raymond. Instantly, tears gathered in her eyes. She was getting married today. She wished Raymond could witness it.

Lost in her emotions, Hannah failed to notice the figure who had entered the room and approached her.

In a flash, Vincent's unmistakable scent surrounded her. The next second, before she could react, his arms clamped tightly around her waist from behind.

Hannah knew immediately it was Vincent. Knowing resistance was useless, she kept her voice controlled. "Vincent, the guests should wait in the main hall, not here."

Instead of releasing her, his hold grew fiercer, his breath burning against her ear as he whispered a command, "This is your final chance. Do not marry Claude."

Hannah behaved as if she hadn't heard him. She tried to peel his hands away, her face calm and steady. "Release me. The ceremony is about to begin."

With sudden strength, Vincent spun her around within his embrace, forcing her to face him. His fingers pressed into her shoulders with crushing force, his bloodshot eyes blazing. "Do not marry him.Leave with me!"

The instant Vincent received Claude's wedding invitation, seeing her name, "Hannah Scott," printed beside Claude's as the bride, an unbearable agony had shattered his famed control. He couldn't stand by and watch her walk down the aisle to become another man's wife. He simply could not. And so he came to seize her away.

Hannah's voice was unnervingly calm. "Vincent,could you knock it off? Today is one of the most meaningful days of my life. Out there are my mother,my family, my friends, and the man I am about to wed. How could I abandon all of that to leave with you-especially you, whose history with me is a broken marriage?"

She knew her parents would never have wanted such a spectacle. To her, this marriage was solely about fulfilling their wish. In a few days, at her father's funeral, she and Claude would bury him together as husband and wife. That way, her father could rest in peace, and her mother could focus on recovering without any concerns. After everything that had happened, this was her simple desire. Her tone shifted into formal detachment. "If you are truly here to give blessings, you are welcome to stay and share a toast."

Yet, in the next heartbeat, her voice cut like steel,filled with the authority of Luminara Group's leader."But if you intend to create disorder, I must demand that you leave at once. I will not permit anyone to destroy my wedding."

Her words were final, piercing Vincent's heart like a blade. Rage surged unmistakably in his eyes. His lips curved into a faint, sinister smile. This wedding would never take place.