The corners of Casare’s lips slowly curled as he looked at Amon kneeling before the headstone with a regretful expression on his face.
“Amon, I just said your life is a complete failure because of your mouth, but you still don’t accept that, so do you accept it now?”
Why did Amon not know Grace was his daughter until now if it wasn’t for his tongue-in-cheek and self-righteousness?
Amon, the heir to the Yardley pack, had always presented himself with an attitude of beneficence towards all creatures, as if he were above all others, as if the whole world belonge to him.
At that time, when Casare was locked up in a small cell, he was thinking: “Why am I, the eldest son of the Yardley pack, being locked up forever without seeing the sun, while Amon is shining brightly, just because my mother was a prostitute?”
Casare couldn’t figure it out when he was a pup, and he still couldn’t figure it out now.
He felt that everything was wrong because of the birth of
Amon since Amon had taken away everything he was supposed to have.
How could he have been kicked out of the Yardley pack and become a homeless man if it wasn’t for Amon?
He still remembered that when he was a homeless man, he was almost beaten to death in order to sn atch food for Rosalie.
However, Amon just sat in the car and said “stop” like a handout, and from then on, Amon was the only person in Rosalie’s eyes.
Why?
Because he couldn’t afford to fund Rosalie’s education, because he wasn’t the noble gentleman sitting in his car looking down on everyone?
But…
But it was he who knew Rosalie first…
He was the one who spent terrible days and nights by Rosalie’s side. Why did Amon take away his only spiritual anchor when Amon showed up?
Amon had already taken away his home, why did he even take
away his spiritual anchor?
Huddled next to a bin, drenched in rain and shivering, Casare was again thinking…
One day he would take back Rosalie, reclaim his home and take away everything Amon owns!
See, it’s time to take it all back.
Casare took the gun and crouched down beside Amon, with a strange expression in his deep eyes.
“I heard from Rosalie that you never said you loved her, even when you were with her. Why?”
Desperately studying to keep up with Amon, Rosalie wanted nothing more than to be closer to him, and closer still.
After many years of pursuing him, Amon remained unimpressed. Why did he later agree when he saw Casare actively pursuing Rosalie?
Casare thought Amon was going to be with Rosalie just to be against him, so Amon couldn’t say “I love you” to Rosalie.
Later, he sent Amon to prison, but he heard the guards say that Amon asked every day if Rosalie had been there.
When the answer was no, Amon would sit very much alone by the window, looking out in silence, without saying a word.
The guards said they did not know what Amon was thinking, but they could tell he missed Rosalie terribly.
Casare also understood that Amon had fallen in love with Rosalie before, but Amon refused to admit it.
Casare thought that since Amon was in love with Rosalie, catching him in his greatest weakness might be able to kill him.
Sure enough, he only slept with Rosalie once, and Amon went completely nuts.
Love, it can actually be deadly.
After shaking his head, Casare took the gun in his hand and pressed it against Amon’s head.
“Amon, I’ll show you the video Rosalie left behind before I shoot you in the head, okay?”
Like a walking corpse, Amon seemed unable to hear Casare’s words or feel the pain. He just stared at the grave.
His face was pale and full of remorse, which made Casare feel inexplicably happy.
Casare put away the gun, straightened up, and waved to his bodyguards, “Take him to the helicopter.”
When Griffon arrived he only saw blood on the ground but not Amon.
He twisted his thick eyebrows, and told Andre in a cold voice, “Go and check Amon’s location.”
The helicopter landed in front of a villa and Casare ordered his men to throw Amon into the basement.
In the dark and damp basement, there was no light coming in and no signal.
Amon, who had several chances to escape, seemed to have given up hope of life this time and chose to remain silent.
George had been tied and kicked into the basement. When he saw Amon lying curled up in a ball on the floor, his eyes turning red.
“Amon…”
At the sound of George’s voice, Amon, having been unresponsive, slowly lifted his deep eyes and looked into George’s pale face.
“Why?”
Why would you lie to me with a fake paternity report?
He trusted George so much, why would George lie to him like that?
George had already been informed of the paternity test result, so he shook his head hurriedly when he saw Amon looking at him with such a disappointed look.
“Amon, I didn’t falsify the report, I didn’t lie to you!”
“You collected the blood yourself, you did the tests yourself, and you say you’re not lying to me?!”
Rosalie had explained to him many times that Grace was his daughter, so naturally he would do a paternity test.
But, the paternity test showed that Grace was not his daughter!
He never questioned the report!
Because it was tested by George, his and Rosalie’s only mutual friend!
Who would have thought that George would cheat him on such a matter?!
“I didn’t!”
George still shook his head, refusing to admit it, and the way he was wronged made him look particularly aggrieved.
“Amon, a Stella came to me when I was doing the paternity test, maybe that’s when the blood sample was tampered with.”
George looked up at the man lying on the floor and looking woefully helpless.
“Amon, it’s impossible for me to betray you, believe me!”
“What’s the use of believing you now.””
His Rosalie wouldn’t come back to hear his apology.
Amon’s dark, deep eyes were filled with despair, without a shimmer.
Seeing him lose the will to live because of his guilt, George quickly moved towards him.
“Amon, you still have a daughter, you have to pull yourself together and take Grace back from Casare!”
“You want to take away my daughter?”
The door to the basement was pushed open and Casare came in from outside with Grace in his arms.
The moment he entered, the dark basement was illuminated by lights and it suddenly became brighter.
Amon took his eyes off George and looked at Grace, who was nestled in Casare’s arms.
Why hadn’t he realized that she looked so much like him?
If he had found out earlier, wouldn’t Rosalie have left so quickly?
Amon’s eyelashes drooped…
It was not that he did not notice, but he did not want to believe.
Casare was right, the failure of his life was due to his mouth.
He was tongue-in-cheek and self-righteous, and that was why he would lose Rosalie forever.
When Grace saw her Uncle Strange’s leg bleeding, she covered her mouth in shock and stared at Amon with wide eyes.
“Strange Uncle, is your leg okay?”
Grace and George were already stuffed into the helicopter when Casare shot Amon, so they did not see or hear the shot.
Amon saw Grace worrying about himself, his heart warmed,
spreading his wide palm to block the blood flowing from the wound caused by the gunshot.
After preventing Grace from seeing the blo ody scene, he raised the corners of his lips and smiled casually at Grace.
“Grace, don’t be afraid.”
It was the first time he had ever called her by her name, which made Grace raise an innocent smile in delight.
“Strange Uncle, I like it when you call me by my name, Grace sounds melodious…”
Amon’s eyes shrouded in darkness fade to sad.
“Grace, I… I’m sorry.”
Grace tilted her head, stared at Amon for a while, and then waved at him.
“It’s okay. Dad once said, if you do something wrong, you can be forgiven as long as you say sorry.”
After speaking, Grace turned her head and looked at Casare who was holding her.
“Dad, although Strange Uncle kidnapped me, he didn’t hurt me during this time.”
“He just did such a little thing wrong that he can be forgiven, so…”
“Can you spare him and Grandpa George?”
Casare lowered his head and glanced at the little girl who had her arms around his neck, and a gentle, affectionate smile. appeared in his eyes.
“Grace, Dad has some personal grudges against your Strange Uncle, it doesn’t matter if he kidnapped you or not, do you understand?”
Grace seemed to understand and nodded, but still pleaded for Amon.
“So dad, can you ask a Stella to look at Uncle Strange’s leg first?”
Strange Uncle had lost so much blood, would he die of blood loss if left without treatment?
The thought of her Strange Uncle dying made Grace feel very uneasy, and she did not want him to die.