Chapter 539
Sanford shook his head, his expression turning grave. He said, “Mike is just a three-year-old child. Don’t drag him into this. While he’s still young, and won’t remember, there’s still time to set things right.”
Jennifer’s expression softened slightly. She thought, ‘Evelyn also told me something similar – if only I could let go of the past, there might still be time to make things right. But is it not too late?’
But finally, she insisted, “No. I’m up for a promotion to department head at the end of the year, and I can’t afford any slip-ups right now. Once I get the promotion, we can revisit this.”
Sanford was so anxious he nearly stomped his foot. He said, “Then it’ll be too late. Jennifer, please, just listen to me. After all these years of friendship, do you think I’d steer you wrong?”
Jennifer said, “Thanks for your concern, Sanford, but I know exactly what I’m doing. Get some rest, okay? I’m leaving now.” With that, she put down the receiver and stood up, turning to leave.
Sanford called out, “Jennifer, you still have time. While I’m being detained, hurry and find Jonathan. Tell him I made you do it, and tell him about Mike. I don’t want to see another innocent child end up like me, Jennifer.”
Sanford kept calling after Jennifer through the prison visitation glass, but his voice grew fainter and fainter, muffled by the thick partition until it faded into silence.
Jennifer’s silhouette disappeared into the darkness, never to be seen again.
As she looked back on her path, everything seemed fated. She’d had chances to turn back, yet step by step, she herself had cut off all escape routes.
After Sanford was detained for 48 hours, Liora, still hospitalized, finally tracked down Irene.
Irene had no intention of seeing Liora, convinced there was nothing left to say between them. She sneered, “You’re nothing but a homewrecker, Liora. You’ll be a laughingstock for life.”
Liora didn’t get angry; instead, she let out a cold laugh. She retorted, “Fine, I’ll be the laughingstock. But what about you, Irene? Surely you haven’t forgotten what triggered Yorick’s liver cancer?”
Irene froze, her face draining of color.
Liora abruptly shed her sickly fragility and threatened, “That incident, only three people in this world knew: you, me, and Yorick. Now that Yorick is gone, it’s just us two. Just how many years would you serve for that poisoning case, Irene?
“If your son dares to put mine behind bars, I’ll make sure you end up in prison instead.”
Irene’s face, already drained of color, grew rigid. She shot Liora a venomous glare and said through gritted teeth, “After all these years, do you think you can still win a lawsuit against me?”
Liora shot back, “Even if I can’t win in court, I can still ruin your name. Poisoning your husband and causing him such severe liver damage, who do you think the world will truly laugh at in the end? It’s not so clear, is it?”
Irene lost control and clamped her hands around Liora’s throat. She bellowed, “It was Yorick who took the poison meant for you back then. Why wasn’t it you who drank it? Why?”
Liora’s gentle expression twisted into a taunting smirk. She said, “Go ahead, kill me today, and you’ll be the one rotting in prison.”
Irene suddenly let go. She grabbed a handkerchief and wiped her fingers with disgust. She sneered, “Kill you? I wouldn’t dirty my hands.”
Liora coughed a few times, gasping for air from the earlier suffocation. Her eyes blazing, she rasped at Irene, “My son’s already been detained for 48 hours. Tell your son to let Sanford go, or there will be total war between us.
“Don’t blame me for not respecting Yorick’s memory anymore.”