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Half an hour later, Xanthe appeared at the villa’s entrance, her clothes in disarray.
As soon as Garrison saw her, he rushed forward.
Father and daughter embraced, weeping.
After a moment, Garrison led Xanthe to where I was standing.
“Bram… I’m sorry, it was my…”
I quickly interrupted her.
“Xanthe, I didn’t save you because I still have feelings for you. On the contrary, I despise you to my core now. If you want to thank someone, thank these police officers who’ve been working tirelessly until now.”
“They’re the ones who saved you.”
Garrison tried to reach out and grab my hand, but I deftly avoided
- it.
“Uncle Gevano, I’ve always thought of you as my own father, but in the end, you chose Kellan, didn’t you?”
“So, I won’t forgive you either.”
With that, I turned
turned my back on them.
No matter how much they apologized, I ignored them completely. Kellan was arrested by the police on the spot, and before leaving, Xanthe gave him several hard slaps across the face.
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This farce finally came to an end.
On the day of the trial, I appeared in Kellan’s courtroom as a victim. He had a scruffy face covered in stubble, with vacant eyes, looking like a walking corpse.
I didn’t know what he had been through in prison, but it certainly wasn’t pleasant.
He probably knew he was beyond salvation, and didn’t even bother to request a lawyer.
As the judge’s gavel fell, Kellan was sentenced to spend the rest of his life behind bars.
Outside the courthouse, Officer Hudson called out to me.
“Mr. Shaw, if I hadn’t asked you that day…”
I silently lit a cigarette, my gaze distant.
“She would be dead.”
Perhaps not expecting such a direct response, Officer Hudson quickly cleared his throat.
He then pulled me aside.
“I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that. Don’t go saying things like that in the future.”
As he spoke, he patted my shoulder.
“What’s so funny? Did you hear me?”
I took a deep drag, blew out a smoke ring, and turned my head.
A grin spread across my face.
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“Officer Hudson, I was just kidding with you.”
A year later, I successfully inherited twenty percent of Xanthe’s
shares.
On the day of the share transfer, Xanthe stood outside the company building, crying for a full two hours.
I stared blankly through the glass window for those two hours. With a wave of her hand, she turned and walked away.
It felt like saying goodbye to her old self.
Later on, I saw her again at a business networking event.
She was dressed simply, weaving between various industry bigwigs.
“Honey, what are you staring at so intently?”
A pair of warm hands slipped into mine.
I clasped them tightly, looking down at the woman beside me with eyes full of love.
“Nothing. Our daughter’s waiting for us at home. Let’s head back.”
