The IVF Secret That Shook a Dynasty novel Chapter 171

A sickening thud echoed through the courtroom, and everyone froze in horror.

"Boss!" Roderic cried out, his face pale as he rushed forward to steady Joseph.

A shadow had fallen over Vivica, and a familiar, clean scent filled her lungs. Before she could process what was happening, she heard a muffled groan from directly above her. She looked up and her eyes met Joseph’s, his gaze dark and intense. The realization of what he’d done sent a tremor through her entire body.

It wasn't until Roderic was helping Joseph that she snapped out of her shock. "Mr. Baird!" she called out, her voice trembling.

Several bailiffs swarmed Fletcher, pinning the out-of-control man against a table. The judge, the court clerk, and others rushed to Joseph's side, all clamoring with concern. Given Joseph’s status, a serious incident in the courtroom could have dire consequences for many people.

"Mr. Baird, are you all right?"

"Are you hurt, Mr. Baird?"

"Quick, call 911! Get an ambulance!"

Joseph was supported by several pairs of hands, practically being carried. Vivica couldn't stay seated any longer. Pushing herself up from the armrests of her wheelchair, she tried to get closer, but her injured back made every step a struggle, and she couldn’t push through the crowd.

"Vivica, you just wait!" Fletcher’s voice, distorted as his face was pressed against the tabletop, was filled with venom. "I’ll make a comeback, and when I do, you'll be on your knees begging me! You think Joseph will protect you forever? I can't wait to see him dump you!"

Worried sick about Joseph but unable to reach him, Vivica’s frustration boiled over. Hearing Fletcher’s continued threats, she spun around and stalked toward him. The bailiffs were just pulling him up, his arms twisted behind his back.

Fletcher sneered. "What happened to playing the cripple? Was it Zebulon who did this to you? Even your own parents treat you like dirt. What a failure you are! You really think someone like Joseph Baird would ever want you?"

“Smack!”

Vivica’s hand flew, striking his face with a sharp crack. His head snapped to the side. He turned back, teeth gritted. "Vivi—"

“Smack!”

Her expression was like ice as she slapped him again, this time with the back of her hand. The two stinging blows pushed Fletcher beyond mere rage. "Vivica!" he roared, craning his neck. He turned to the bailiffs holding him. "Are you blind? She hit me! Why aren't you doing anything?"

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