He couldn’t stand it when he thought about it.
If he wanted to find his daughter, he would have to spread his manpower widely and check everywhere that liked to buy children.
In Justin’s eyes, that child was a bad presence, but seeing Alonso so nervous, he also understood that the child had to be saved. If Alonso was pushed too far and completely leaned towards the Folsom family, they would be letting their master down.
“Since it is the young master’s daughter, we will do our best to save her, but I hope that after we find her, the young master can bring the child back to her senses and never touch the Folsom family woman again.”
Justin knelt down in front of Alonso, loyal but also threatening.
Alonso looked at him coldly without saying a word.
The Folsom family still doesn’t know that the Folsom family and JT have had a collaboration after the grudges between the two families that lasted for nearly a century, which was to collectively send a large number of people to find a baby who was still in her infancy.
Perhaps, it was their overwhelming presence that scared the kidnappers.
By the time they found her, the child had already been killed.
Now that I think about it, he should have continued to investigate and search, even if it was just to examine the ashes. If he had, his child would not have suffered for so many years…
The death of his daughter hung like a dark cloud over him and Blanca.
Justin and his father both urged him to sever ties with the Folsom family woman and pretend that nothing had happened.
Blanca’s temperament changed after that. She suddenly became indifferent, didn’t care about her daughter’s death, and only had the Folsom family’s revenge in her eyes.
Stimulated by the pain of losing his daughter, Alonso was not a god and was bound to be biased. He thought to himself that this was probably a warning from his ancestors that the feud between the two families could never be reconciled.
As the days passed, Justin’s threat became even stronger, and he was preparing to tell Blanca his true identity.
Blanca became the Folsom family’s revenge machine, never mentioning her daughter, and not even giving him a second glance. Alonso had a grudge against her and against the Folsom family. He resented the Folsom family for turning the whole family into this state over the years without the need for JT to stir things up.
But in the end, he couldn’t bear to tell Blanca his true identity, which would be a devastating blow to her, who cared so much about the Folsom family.
He left.
Before he left, he lost his temper with Blanca.
Over the years, he had cold-shouldered her and avoided her, but he had never lost his temper with her before.
He swept everything on her desk onto the floor, berating her for only having the Folsom family’s great grievance in her eyes, for having become obsessed, and for a bunch of unreasonable and ridiculous things…
Beinice scolded him, saying that this was killing Blanca and that she was going to fight with him.
No one knows what he was thinking.
He wasn’t trying to take Blanca’s life. He even hoped that if he became the heartless man she blamed for her daughter’s death, she would be able to blame him for her daughter’s death, wake up from the Folsom family’s paranoid revenge, let herself go, and live a good life.
And he was willing to bear the debt he owed his daughter alone.
He couldn’t die. He had to watch over JT’s power and occasionally take care of Annie’s children to help them grow up.
He drifted on the lake outside the Davis family, confused day after day, keeping watch over his parents from afar, living in the wind and rain, gradually turning himself into something that didn’t look like a person, but a wisp of a ghost on the lake…
A huge snowstorm was blowing in Duplicity City.
Blanca sat on the steps, her hair already covered in a layer of white, listening to the content of the voice recorder. Her face had long since lost all expression.
She looked blankly ahead, and not much was going through her mind.
She was just wondering, is this it?
Is this really it?
No more plots and schemes, no more backing down? Nothing?
Has she been mistaken all along?
He was lying, he was covering up, he must have wanted to save face in front of his daughter, that’s why he…
There was the sound of footsteps in the snow.
A shadow fell.
Blanca remained sitting on the steps, not looking up, listening to Alonso’s voice continue to play on the recorder. “This is all I have to say. I, Alonso, have let fate control my life. The only time I tried to fight fate was when I hurt Blanca and my daughter. This is the greatest sin of my life, and Alonso is willing to accept any punishment for it.”
Blanca listened, her eyelashes trembling fiercely.
Suddenly, she used her hands, which were almost numb from the cold, to draw out the pistol at her waist and stood up, pointing the muzzle directly at the person in front of her, her red and white eyes staring intently.
Alonso was standing in front of her.
Alonso had just received fifty lashes, and his back was a little stiff. Blood dripped the whole way, which was especially obtrusive in the snow on the ground.
He looked at her, with no less snow on his body than on hers, his eyes dark and his face pale.
“How long did you think about this story?” Blanca stared at him hard, hatred in her eyes.
“I’ve kept it in my heart for so long that when I wanted to tell it, I didn’t know where to start,” Alonso said.
“You think I’ll believe you?” Blanca gripped the gun in her hand tightly, her skin turning red.
“The reason I, Alonso, am sorry to the Folsom family is not because I am a descendant of JT and I have to guard the power of JT, but because I have caused such pain to the daughter of the Folsom family, so I owe the Folsom family these fifty lashes,” Alonso said slowly as he stood in front of her.
Under her gaze, he slowly raised his hand, grasped the gun with her hand, and held the muzzle straight against his chest. “But what a husband owes his wife, she must still come personally to claim.”
Blanca looked at the determination in his eyes and said with hatred, “You think I don’t want to? I said, I don’t want Paige to have a mother who killed her father…”
“I told her,”
Alonso tightly gripped her cold hand, pressed the muzzle even closer to his heart, his eyes melancholy and pain-repressed, “I told her that from the moment I went on stage and drank River Town for you, I was responsible for whatever ending I got here.”
“For me?”
Blanca smiled sadly, “You were obviously doing it for Annie, and she’s the one who died! You were drunk that night. You told me that you were in pain and that you couldn’t save her! Now you’re just telling Paige whatever lies you can to make her understand you…”
Alonso stared at her, a trace of surprise in his eyes.
It turned out that the pain he had caused her was not just what he thought it was, it turned out to be deeper and heavier.
Alonso let out a low breath as the wind and snow whipped against his back. His thumb slowly pressed against her trigger-finger, which was curled around the trigger. He said, word by word, “I, Alonso, am guilty of all kinds of crimes against Blanca. The only thing is that I have never had the slightest intention of using you.”
Hate, and emotionally.
She is not an inferior option.
After saying that, he took her trigger finger and depressed the trigger.
His actions were so fast that Blanca could not react in time, and she could only watch in a daze as he pressed her frozen fingers down.