Chapter 8
“I’ve gone through the case file. To be honest, even the slightest trace of evidence could ruin all our
efforts.”
“So tomorrow’s testimonies will be crucial. You must be clear on what to say and what not to say.”
“Don’t let the opposing lawyer trap you; one wrong word could mean ten years in prison.”
Harry sipped his coffee calmly, though his palms were already sweating.
He had prepared thoroughly but still felt something vital was missing.
The lawyer’s voice continued. “You need to emphasize to the woman and the child that they received the anonymous transplant without knowing anything about it.”
“Remember, if any one of you slips up, this case won’t end in your favor.”
When Harry left, he headed straight for the hotel where Olivia was staying.
“Miss Quill checked out last night, and at her request, the hotel arranged a car to take the two of you to the airport.”
Harry stood at the front desk, his mind struck like a bolt of lightning, leaving him stunned and unable to recover for a long time.
He took out his phone and dialed Olivia’s number, only to be informed that the number was no longer in
service.
What was there left to understand?
He had used all his connections to protect her and her son, finally managing to get them out of this legal
mess.
All she had to do was go up tomorrow and say one thing.
“I don’t know anything.”
It should have been that simple, but instead, she ran.
He had broken the law for Olivia and gone to great lengths to protect her, only to realize he had been abandoned once again by this woman.
In that moment, his rage burned through all reason.
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He took out his phone and made a call.
“Find her! No matter where she’s gone! No matter how much it costs! Bring her and her son back to me!”
On the day of the trial, I found myself unexpectedly facing Harry, holding my son in my arms.
His eyes were red as he looked at me, his voice hoarse.
“I’m sorry, Sophia. I’ve wronged you and your son. I promise I’ll treat you both well from now on. Can you forgive me?”
“I really know I was wrong! I’m a bastard! I deserve to die!”
The once proud CEO had lost all his former power, now kneeling in front of me like a fool, slapping himself in public, begging for forgiveness.
“As long as you forgive me, I’ll dedicate myself to the family. I’ll make it up to you both.”
I suddenly remembered how, right after the car accident, this man had also knelt on the ground, crying and begging for my forgiveness.
Thinking of the 99 days after I forgave him, I felt nothing but disgust.
As I held my son and prepared to enter the courthouse, he suddenly stopped.
I turned around to see Harry, with a sorrowful expression, holding my son’s hand.
“Charlie, don’t you want your father anymore? If you don’t stop your mother, you’ll never see your again…”
My son looked at him coldly, then forcefully pulled his hand from his grasp and calmly said.
“Since the day I found out the truth, I don’t want you anymore.”
Due to Olivia’s flight and the irrefutable evidence, the case was quickly processed.
Harry, unsurprisingly, lost badly.
father
On the day he and the hospital staff involved were taken away, he looked at me with complex and guilty
eyes.
But it no longer mattered to me.
The day the scandal broke, it sparked huge public outcry. The Peterson Corporation faced an unprecedented crisis.
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Stocks plummeted, employees quit, and large groups of outraged citizens gathered outside both the company and the hospital!
They held banners demanding a thorough investigation into any illegal organ trade.
The situation escalated rapidly, and within a day, news of Harry’s downfall reached abroad.
A week later, my son and I underwent a successful transplant surgery, and fortunately, neither of us suffered from rejection.
On the first day back home after being discharged, I received an anonymous package.
Inside was a video and several photos.
It showed Olivia and Lucas scuba diving in Hawaii, and as they came ashore, they were suddenly
kidnapped, disappearing without a trace.
They reappeared tied to a blood–soaked bed, and the person filming, with clumsy English, threatened.
“I’ll make sure you die even more painfully.”
Both of them struggled to suppress their cries, but from the pain, they couldn’t help but scream, losing
control again and again.
I handed the video over to the police, but all they could recover were a few parts.
In the detention center, I had my final meeting with Harry.
This time, he proactively handed me the divorce papers.
“It was my fault, I’ve wronged you and your son. I agree to the divorce.”
“As atonement, I’ll leave with nothing. I hope that when you think of me, you’ll come visit my grave.”
I coldly curled my lips into a smile.
“I won’t. I’ll make sure Charlie forgets he ever had a father like you.”
With that, I turned and left without looking back.
Harry was sentenced to death for hiring someone to kill.
As for me and my son, we sold all of Peterson’s assets.
We moved to a small town with beautiful scenery, embarking on our new journey.
