Chapter 9
S–Perhaps, now that their dreams of weahli and Mätas had crumbled, Helen i
mother no longer fell the need to ask their sharp, vicious natures,
“Open the sultrases, I want everything checked,” Stinon commanded from the eps, his voice trefn despite his huggard appearance.
Paul watched the agling man, his civis heart filled with a bitter sense of irony.
How pathetic they both were.
How aboard that they had driven away someone as good as trace for the sake of those two women.
This was the karma, their punishment in this life
Helen and her mother refused to open the suitcases, resorting instead to hysterical streaming and rolling on the ground.
But in the end, it was file
The guards forcibly opened the dozens of large suitcases.
Beneath piles of clothing lay stacks of expensive designer handbags and jewel
“Leave the clothes. Everything else stays.” Simon ordered coldly, his face dark as iron
Helen and her mother threw themselves forward, trying and wailing as they led to reclaim the jewellry and accessories.
But the bodyguards shoved them aside.
Not only were the valuables in the suitcases confiscated, but even the jewelry they wore was stripped off.
Helen struggled so violently that her earlobe was torn. Blood trickled from her neck down to her chest, creating a chilling sight..
The man who once doted on her like a “father didn’t even spare her a glance
Simon waved his hand dismissively, as if shooing away an annoying fly, instructing the guards to throw Helen and her mother out.
At the front gate, Helen wasn’t ready to give up.
Clinging desperately to the doorframe, she screamed hoarsely,
“Paul you can’t do this to me! You can’t! I’m pregnant! The baby is yours! You have to take responsibility?
By the end, her voice had turned hysterical, her appearance that of a crazed woman
“Paul?” Simon turned to him with a questioning look.
Paul felt a wave of indescribable disgust. He wanted to laugh at the absurdity it all but found he couldn’t
How could he have ever liked someone so utterly revolting?
“Mr. Winston.”
Paul stepped forward, meeting the gaze of the older man, whose ha
“I never touched her.”
Twear–Ive never laid a hand on her.”
was now streaked with gray.
“That’s good. That’s good,” Simon exhaled deeply, relief washing over him as he waved his hand again.
The guards dragged Helen and her mother away. Their cries and screams soor faded into silence.
The setting sun slowly dipped below the horizon, casting its glow over the vastestate.
His Affair. My Glue, The Screams at 2 AM.
Böch man’s games fell on the patch of withered crabapple flowers,
the flowers had fallen asleep, uncertam of when they might bloom again.
After her passing, i had been tirser who tended to them with care,
Now that Grace was gone, the flowers seemed to share her sorrow, wilting eth in the height of spring
Simon wiped away tears from the corners of his eyes.
“I failed Grace,” he said, his voice heavy with regret.
“I failed her mother, and I failed her. Paul. I was so blind, so foolish.”
“I promised her mother I would take care of her, that I would cherish her. The broke that promise.”
“Do you think I’ll be punished for this?”
“Grace she must have been so heartbroken and so wronged during those day!”
“Paul her mother’s photo has been restored, and I’ll have the house renovate Do you think Grace will come back home?”
Paul didn’t know.
Or perhaps he did but couldn’t bring himself to acknowledge the answer.
the deepening twilight, he could only suppress his own sorrow and offer wut comfort he could.
“Mr. Winston Grace has always had a soft heart”
But he couldn’t finish.
They both knew. They both knew exactly how kind she was
Why, then, had they allowed themselves to be so blind, so senseless, as to treat her so cruelly?
Adrian and I held our wedding in the spring of the following year.
As we had promised in our youth, Lexi stood by my side as my only bridesmaid
1 didn’t inform any relatives or friends from Capital City.
Yet somehow, the news had spread.
