Beyond the Divorce

Chapter 1375 Aching Knees



Clark hung his head, saying, "I held the potion, hesitating all along, not knowing what to do. Then I received a call from Celine. She was shouting at me, saying she would give me two more hours or I would return to my mother's dead body.

"I reluctantly went to the Pierce family's residence, and Mrs. Lucille was just leaving the house then. I said I needed to talk to her. Her attitude was colder than ever before. I felt a bit scared because it was like she knew something."

Clark glanced at us, then quickly lowered his gaze.

"Sure enough, Mrs. Lucille looked at me and asked, 'Tell me where Rory is."

Tears welled up in my eyes, and Atlas tightened his arm around mine. I knew Atlas sensed my fluctuating emotions.

Clark continued, "I pretended to comfort her, saying Rory was indeed dead. She suddenly got angry and aggressively asked me, 'Do you also think Rory is dead? Then tell me, how did he die?' I felt guilty and didn't know how to answer her.

"She then asked me, 'What did he say when you saw him that morning of the accident?'. I immediately understood that she knew I had gone to the location of your business trip that morning and had seen you."

Clark seemed to return to the state he was in when he saw my mother that day. He murmured, "This woman is too terrifying. She knew I saw you that morning."

"Because that morning, she called me, asking when I would go to the airport. What time was my flight? What time would I be home?" My father growled lowly. His emotions were getting out of control, and his veins bulged in his hand as he gripped the wheelchair's armrest hard.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

But Clark continued, "So, I understood Celine's intentions; I had to silence her. Hence, when Mrs. Lucille went to fetch the newspaper, I poured the potion into her cup. She..."

This time, not only did my father tremble, but I did too. Atlas hugged me tightly, supporting me.

"Go on!" My father roared.

Clark trembled. "Later, she showed me the photos from the scene of the accident, pointing at the arm of the body identified as you, saying, 'Rory didn't have a tattoo. This isn't him...'

"I was afraid someone else would

overhear, so quickly handed her the cup. I tried to persuade her not to get worked up, that everything would be investigated thoroughly, and persuaded her to drink some water to calm herself down. She drank the water, and I quickly left. I didn't dare to see her in her fit." Content

"You monster!" My father pointed at him, his anger uncontrollable. "You've lost all your conscience. What right do you have to bargain with me?"

"Clark, you killed my mother and crippled my father! Do you think you can still live?" I shouted.

"I deserve to die, and I don't want to

live anymore. But my son is

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innocent. He knows nothing about

all this. I'm willing to pay with my life, but let him live, please. He's still young."

"That's enough!" I roared, "I'll ask you again, did you take anything from the house?"

"I really didn't take anything," Clark kept saying that, his eyes showing helplessness and resignation. It didn't look like he was lying.

I exchanged a glance with Atlas.

My father regained his composure and then asked, "How did you collude with Navi?"

Clark was stunned for a moment and clicked his tongue. His eyes instinctively darted around, obviously pondering how to answer this question. Just then, Cane's men had brought in Jarvis.

Both father and son seemed unaware they'd see each other here. Jarvis immediately rushed toward Clark, shouting, "Dad!"

Then he turned to us. "Let him go!"

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Before he could finish, one of the men kicked his knee. Jarvis fell to the ground, and the sound of his knee hitting the ground made my own knees ache faintly.

Clark immediately looked at my father. "I'll tell you! I got in touch with Navi through Celine. She asked me to pick up a child for her."