Chapter 98
Mr. Carlson seemed to age a decade in an instant. With his last desperate plea, he asked, “Can’t we really let Carlson go?”
Without hesitation, I closed the door and left with the lawyer who had come to pick me up.
That day, when Patrick had ordered the bodyguard to hang me outside the window, I was speaking with the lawyer. He reacted quickly, mobilizing countless media reporters and live broadcasters to gather outside the building.”
As soon as I saw Patrick hugging Laura and appearing downstairs, I snapped the rope, falling toward the ground, landing on the cushion from the last part of the rope.
Though it looked like a serious injury, it was just a split lip and some minor abrasions. What mattered to me was that the entire internet would witness how Patrick had hurt me.
The live broadcast and the surveillance footage showing his daughter’s blood spilling at the amusement park were like a stone thrown into a still pond, causing massive waves. Patrick was now firmly nailed to the pillar of shame.}
He knelt on the ground, watching the gruesome footage looping endlessly on his phone, until he let out a gut–wrenching cry.
He had truly loved his daughter, and the truth before him was like a cold knife in his chest.
Patrick wept, struggling to breathe. “How could this happen? I set the intensity for her age. It was supposed to stop after one round! Why did it turn out like this? Why did Audrey die?“>
He ordered the amusement park employees to be arrested and interrogated one by one. They had been aware of the incident for some time, and now, terrified, they kneeled, begging for mercy.
“You were told not to stop the ride…”
Patrick was livid, kicking them aside. “I told you the machine was set to stop after one round! Who told you to change the settings?“}
“It was Miss Cramer who told us to increase the intensity to the maximum,” one employee sobbed. “We warned her something might happen, but she said you knew and told us to proceed.“}
The truth spilled out in their cries.}
Patrick’s face twisted in fury. “Bring me Laura!“}
When they found her, Laura was almost on a flight abroad. She screamed as Patrick, eyes bloodshot with rage, dragged her into the car.
“Why did you hurt Audrey? She’s just a child! Why couldn’t you let her be?!” Patrick slapped Laura across the face, his voice raw with grief.
Laura tried to defend herself, tears streaming down her face. “I didn’t mean to hurt her. I just wanted my child to survive. I was confused…
I wanted to teach Lucia a lesson…”
At that moment, the assistant, pale and shaken, handed Patrick a file.
“Mr. Carlson, I found the record of Miss Cramer’s miscarriage… and the child… isn’t yours.”
Patrick’s hands trembled as he looked at the document. Laura had personally signed an abortion request, and the fetal image revealed a black–skinned fetus. Attached were screenshots from Laura’s social media accounts, showing explicit photos of her with various foreigners.2
“You lied to me!” Patrick’s voice was cold with fury. “You weren’t pregnant with my child at all, and you falsely accused Lucia of killing your baby! You deserve to die!”
In a blur of rage, Patrick slapped Laura’s face again and again until her features were swollen beyond recognition.
“You killed my Audrey! I’ll make you pay with your life!”
Ignoring her screams and pleas, Patrick had Laura dragged away, his guilt consuming him.
Slapping himself in the face in agony, he sobbed, his voice cracking.
“I’m sorry, Lucia… I’m sorry, Audrey…“}
