Mr. Kane Got Blacklisted

After the meal, Keegan spoke softly. "Master Brook's mother passed away five years ago. On her deathbed, she kept calling for Dillon-her daughter. Dillon left home after college because her parents almost tore up her admission letter in exchange for a $20,000 dowry. She cut ties with them after that."

"Master Brook has been searching for Dillon ever since. When he started working here, he showed everyone her picture. Dillon went to college in Rivera and ended up staying at Central Hospital. He always believed she was still there. Over the years, he's taken on all kinds of jobs, from fixing appliances to driving a taxi, just to keep looking for her. He only started working at the hotel after his mother fell ill, and he needed a steady job to care for her. He's been here for over a decade now."

"He's a good man. He didn't marry until he was 40, afraid that if he settled down, he wouldn't be able to continue his search. Even now, whenever there's a lead on Dillon, he goes to check it out, just in case. Twenty years have passed-who knows if he'd even recognize her now?"

Outside the door, Aldor listened to Keegan's heart-wrenching story, deeply moved.

Paul's throat tightened. After a long silence, he said, "Why are you telling me this? I don't know Dillon."Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

Keegan looked at him calmly. "Mr. Morant, or should I call you Dr. Brook?"

Paul met Keegan's gaze, unflinching. "You've got the wrong person. My name is Paul Morant, and I'm a citizen of Country M."

Keegan's voice remained steady. "Mr. Morant, you're a smart man. Do you really think I would bring you here without knowing the truth?"

Paul remained composed. "It's a touching story, but what does it have to do with me?"

He stood up, ready to leave. "Thank you for the meal. Goodbye."

Keegan's expression darkened. "Mr. Morant, have you really buried your past so deeply?"

Paul froze, took a deep breath, and responded coldly, "I don't know what you're talking about."

"You might disown your family, and perhaps they deserved it. But what about the the unborn children who died

in that fire? Can you forget them too?"

ות.

Paul saw the fire again-the figure that used all their strength to push him out of the window, sacrificing themselves. The red in his vision turned black, and he felt his consciousness slipping.

Keegan stood up. "How many lives were lost for that one million? Is this the outcome you wanted? If your conscience is clear, why do you keep donating to that orphanage? Even the friends who donated on your behalf-do you think they'd forgive you if they knew you were still alive?"

Paul swayed, gripping the door for support. It took him several seconds to steady himself.