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Liam’s hand froze on the doorknob and his breath hitched as he remembered that night.
It had been the night before Theodore’s third birthday and our second wedding anniversary.
Liam had been excited.
He had left work early, something he rarely did, just so he could buy a cake and flowers for us before heading home.
It was supposed to be a happy night. But on the way, a truck crashed into him,
When Liam had woken up in the hospital, his mind had been blank, his memories erased,
And when he was finally discharged, his secretary had come to him with news that shook him to his core. “The truck didn’t have brake failure. The driver had a motive to kill you, Sir.”
As a result, Liam sued him and managed to put him in jail. But Liam never questioned why it was so easy the person in jail. The suspect did not even defend himself at all.
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Evelyn also seemed unwilling to prolong the problem and asked Liam to forget it, so he decided to give up.
It turned out it was part of her plan. It turned out there was something Liam did not know about the driver who had hit him.
So, he looked down at the floor.
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Then, in a voice barely above a whisper, he spoke, “You’re right, Evelyn. My sins are too many to count.
“For your boyfriend… I’m sorry. I never thought he would commit suicide after going to prison,” he murmured.
Then, without another word, he turned and walked out of the interrogation room.
His face was unreadable, but his mind was finally clear, he should talk to the truck’s driver who hit him.
Liam immediately called his secretary to check on the man and got further information if he was a man Liam had
once prosecuted.
A man he had sentenced to life in prison.
So, that same day, Liam visited the man. But the man spat at him. “Are you asking me because you’re stupid or pretending to be stupid, Mr. Carlisle?
“Don’t you know if you had destroyed my life?”
Liam had remained cold, unfazed.
“You committed a crime,” he had replied. “You were convicted fairly….”
“I wasn’t there for my mother’s funeral!” the man had roared, his voice cracking with emotion.
Liam had gone still.
“Because of you,” the man continued, voice shaking, “I spent five years behind bars. Because of you, I couldn’t even say goodbye to my own mother before she passed!”
His eyes had burned with pure, unfiltered hatred.
“You took everything from me,” he growled. “So, I decided to take everything from you. I am teaming up with your close friends, whom you have also hurt, to kill you.
“But look what happened now? You are still alive while I come back to the prison again.”
He had grinned, a twisted, bitter grin.
Liam had walked away that day, thinking that justice had been served. But then he realized just how many people. he had left behind in his wake.
How many lives had been shattered by his decisions.
Standing in that interrogation room, Evelyn’s words sank in. “One by one… they’ll come for you. What you call unreasonable has ruined them.”
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Liam exhaled sharply, his shoulders felt heavy, as if the weight of his past had finally settled on him.
Meanwhile, at the hospital, Nathaniel finally regained consciousness after surgery.
I rushed to the ICU the moment I heard the news, my heart pounding with both relief and worry. As I stepped into
room, tears welled in my eyes as I reached for his hand, gripping it tightly.
“Nathan…” my voice trembled, unable to contain my emotions any longer. “You scared me.”
Nathaniel smiled weakly, his voice hoarse from exhaustion. “Amelia, is Theodore fine?”
I nodded quickly, wiping away my tears. “He’s fine. Because of you… Thank you, Nathan. Thank you for savin
him.”
His fingers gave mine a small squeeze. “That’s all that matters, then,” he murmured, his expression softening as he looked at me.
That night, Liam also came to visit.
By then, he had already come to terms with the truth about himself.
For years, Liam had been a ruthless prosecutor, never once considering the weight of his decisions on the people he sentenced.
But after nearly losing his family, he had vowed to atone for his mistakes.
Liam promised himself that he would become a better prosecutor–not just a man who sought justice blindly b one who understood the consequences of his choices.
He planned to track down every case he had prosecuted, to seek out those who had been affected, to apologize to those who still held a grudge against him.
And so, as he stood beside Nathaniel’s hospital bed, he made a request.
“If anything happens to me… please take care of Amelia and Theodore for me,” Liam said quietly.
Nathaniel, despite his weakened state, let out a small chuckle before shaking his head. “Isn’t that your job as the head of the family, Mr. Carlisle?” His tone was light, but there was an edge of challenge in his eyes.
Liam’s jaw tightened slightly.
Nathaniel continued, “I can tell you want your family back, so don’t hand them over to me so easily. Or I really wil take them from you.”
Liam’s sharp gaze locked onto him. “You’ve already stolen them for a year, haven’t you?”
Nathaniel smirked. “Who said that?”
“I heard it from everyone at the hospital.” Liam’s voice was calm, but his face was clouded with something unreadable.
Nathaniel chuckled again, his amusement clear. “Well, I won’t deny that I intended to. After all, you were the one who threw them away a year ago. I saw an opportunity to step forward, to help Amelia when she was drowning in grief.
“But guess what her answer was?” His smirk faded slightly as his expression softened. “She turned me down. Said she still couldn’t open her heart to anyone and that she wanted to focus on Theodore for a while.”
Liam stared at him, his grip tightening at his sides.
Nathaniel gave him a knowing look. “So, I’m not sure if she’ll even be able to accept you again, Mr. Carlisle.” For a moment, Liam said nothing.
But strangely, those words–though discouraging–gave him hope.
