All Chapters of Abandoned In Prison, Now They Regret!: Chapter 441
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CHAPTER 441
Harry stared at the reports one final time then pushed them aside. They didn't matter anymore, not really, because numbers were merely symptoms. The disease had started years ago, the moment trust was broken again and again. Finally Sarah spoke, her voice was quieter now. "Do you think he'll destroy all of it?" Harry didn't answer immediately. He didn't need to think about it, because he already knew. Steven Kahuna was many things, but once he reached a decision, there was only one outcome... completion. Harry looked directly at her. And for the first time that night, genuine sadness appeared in his eyes. "Sarah." His voice was barely above a whisper. "You were supposed to be his mother." The words struck harder than any accusation. "You were supposed to be the one person who never betrayed him." The silence that followed was deafening, Harry looked away. Back toward the storm swallowing Riverage City. "The truth is, none of this surprises me." His
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Every opportunity to repair the relationship had ended exactly the same way. Harry slowly shook his head. "People think forgiveness is infinite." "It isn't." Sarah looked away. Unable to meet his gaze. The truth hurt too much. Harry rose from his chair and walked toward the window. The city stretched endlessly beneath the rain. Beautiful. Cold. Unforgiving. "Forgiveness repairs damage." His voice was quiet. "But trust?" He shook his head. "Trust is different." The words settled heavily in the room. "Trust breaks." "And eventually it stays broken." Sarah closed her eyes. For the first time she felt a genuine sense of dread. Not because the company was collapsing. Not because money was disappearing, not because their future was uncertain. But because Harry was right. Steven had already forgiven them countless times. Which meant forgiveness was never the issue. The issue was that eventually there was nothing left to rebuild. Nothi
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Princewill raised an eyebrow. "What?" "I would've given them everything despite the betrayals, despite it all." The room became still and Steven's eyes darkened. "I would've fought the world for them, you know how badly I needed them in my life." The truth in his voice was undeniable and Princewill knew it. Everyone who truly knew Steven knew it. Loyalty wasn't something Steven offered lightly. But once he gave it... he gave it completely. And that was precisely why betrayal hit him harder than most people. Because when Steven trusted someone, he trusted them absolutely. No reservations, no conditions and no hidden doubts most especially Harry who he thought was supposed to be the man and wanted to be a father to him this time, but instead he still allowed his wife to control him and he betrayed him. The Miltons had known that Steven was being truthful and they had used it. Again and again, Princewill shook his head. "They never understood what they had."
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Morning arrived, the rain had stopped sometime before dawn, but Riverage City remained wrapped in a cold gray haze. Inside Milton Group Headquarters, the atmosphere was tense, employees felt it, executives felt it. Even security personnel felt it, something was wrong, but nobody knew exactly what. But they could all sense it. The building that once represented power now felt like a fortress under siege. Inside the executive boardroom, the directors slowly gathered. Conversations were quiet and forced. Every person in the room carried the same concern. Declining revenues, investor pressure. Mounting losses, the entire company was fighting for survival. At the head of the table sat Harry Milton. His face revealed little. But internally, he hadn't slept. Not even for a minute. Across from him sat Jackson Milton. The defeat surrounding him had become impossible to hide. The arrogance that once defined him seemed to have vanished entirely. The room gradu
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Chaos consumed the Milton Group headquarters, phones rang endlessly. Assistants rushed through hallways carrying reports and documents. Emergency meetings were scheduled, cancelled. Then scheduled again, executives who once carried themselves with confidence now moved with visible anxiety. The atmosphere was unlike anything the company had ever experienced. Fear had arrived, real fear, not concern, not uncertainty but fear. Inside the boardroom, the emergency session continued. Nobody had left, nobody wanted to. Because every person present understood one thing. The next piece of bad news could arrive at any moment. And unfortunately, they were right. Harry sat quietly at the head of the table, watching and listening. The arguments around him sounded distant and meaningless. Like men desperately trying to patch holes in a ship that had already struck an iceberg. One director slammed a folder onto the table. "We need a public response." Another immedia
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The beginning of the end arrived three days later. Not with an explosion, not with a scandal not even with a dramatic confrontation. It arrived with a single announcement and it shattered everything. At exactly nine o'clock in the morning, every major financial network in Riverage City interrupted its scheduled programming. Business analysts stopped mid-discussion. Market commentators paused. News anchors suddenly received breaking reports through their earpieces. Within minutes, the entire city was talking about one thing. The Milton Group. Inside Milton Headquarters, panic erupted before the official announcement had even finished airing. Executives rushed through corridors. Emergency calls were made. Lawyers were summoned. Investors demanded explanations. Nobody understood how things had deteriorated so quickly. Yet the answer was painfully simple. The final pillar supporting the Milton Group had just collapsed. Their primary financial institutio
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For three days, Riverage City spoke of nothing else. The collapse of the Milton Group dominated every conversation. Every newspaper, every television network and every business publication. The story had become far bigger than a corporate failure. It had become a symbol, a warning and a lesson. The mighty Milton family, once considered untouchable, had fallen. And people were fascinated, outside the former headquarters of the Milton Group, reporters gathered from sunrise until late into the night. Camera crews occupied entire sections of the street. Financial analysts conducted live broadcasts in front of the building. Former employees were interviewed. Industry experts offered opinions. Everyone wanted a piece of the story. Everyone wanted to understand how such a powerful empire could collapse so completely. But the truth was much simpler than the media realized. The Milton Group hadn't been destroyed by a rival company. It hadn't been destroyed by ec
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The announcement shook Riverage City. Even after the collapse of the Milton Group, people couldn't stop talking about the estate. The Milton Estate wasn't merely a mansion. It was a landmark, a symbol. For decades, it had represented the power of one of the city's most influential families. The sprawling grounds stretched across acres of prime land. Its architecture was iconic. Its history legendary. Generations of Miltons had lived there. Celebrated there. Ruled from there. Now it was up for sale. And everyone wanted to know who would buy it. News outlets speculated endlessly. Some believed an international billionaire would purchase it. Others claimed a foreign investment group had already submitted an offer. Several names circulated throughout the city. None were confirmed. Yet one rumor refused to disappear. Steven Kahuna. The possibility alone caused endless debate. Some believed he would buy it simply to complete the humiliation. Oth
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Jackson Milton sat motionless inside the black sedan. The engine had been turned off nearly ten minutes ago, yet he remained seated, staring through the tinted window at the towering iron gates ahead. The Finn Guler Estate. The one place he had sworn never to return to. The one place where his pride had been buried countless times. The one place where he was hated almost as much as he hated them. His fingers tightened around the steering wheel. Three months ago, he would have laughed at the idea of coming here. Back then, he was Jackson Milton. Heir to the Milton Group. A man whose name carried influence across boardrooms and luxury hotels. A man whose signature could move millions. A man who never needed help. But now... everything was gone. The casinos, the hidden investments, the offshore accounts, the shell companies... every last lifeline he had secretly built over the years. Destroyed, systematically and mercilessly. Steven Kahuna had not merely
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The silence lingered, the kind of silence that made a man feel as though he were standing before a judge awaiting his sentence. Jackson Milton had experienced countless high-pressure negotiations in his life. He had sat across ruthless investors. Faced hostile board members. Even stared down men capable of ruining companies with a single signature. Yet somehow, standing before Finn Guler always felt different. Because Finn wasn't merely powerful. He was personal. Every disagreement between them carried years of resentment. Years of contempt. Years of disappointment. And neither man had ever bothered hiding it. Finn stopped a few feet away. His sharp eyes swept over Jackson from head to toe assessing, judging and calculating. The old man's expression revealed nothing. But Jackson knew that Finn saw everything, the sleepless nights, the stress, the financial collapse, the desperation, he saw it all. And that irritated Jackson more than anything. Becau