2024-12-23 03:50:41“What the hell—” Cora shrieked, clutching the quilt to her chest to cover her naked body.
“I didn't expect you to be this kind of person, Cora.” Jeffrey’s voice cracked with rage.
His eyes darted between her and Adam.
Adam was also startled at first and hurriedly stood up from the bed.
But when he saw who it was, his previously tense expression quickly disappeared.
“Whoa, calm down, buddy. No need for dramatics.”
“You shut your damn mouth! This is my wife!”
“Wife?” Cora’s expression turned cold, since the affair has already been exposed.
“Don’t act like I owe you anything, Jeffrey. Look at yourself! You’re pathetic—a dead-end clinic dragging me down.”
Jeffrey’s chest heaved.
He had expected her to show some remorse, but this?
Jeffrey felt a chill in his heart. How did the woman he deeply loved become like this?
Cora simply couldn't be bothered to explain and said coldly, “I was really blind back then; otherwise, how could I have married you, this useless waste?”
“I spent 5 years with you and got nothing in return.”
Jeffrey's eyes widened.
"I have given everything for this family, can't you see that?"
Cora looked at him coldly, unmoved.
"I used my hard-earned money to buy you the expensive jewelry and the fashionable clothes you wanted. I worked tirelessly to ensure you had a good life, sacrificing my own health. Can't you remember any of that? I even gave you our most precious family heirloom!"
He grabbed Cora's wrist, searching for that precious silver bracelet.
But her bare wrist was empty.
“Bah! What a load of crap heirloom! The expert Adam knows has already appraised it, and it's just worthless junk. I threw it in the trash.”
Jeffrey was so angry that he saw black spots before his eyes.
That bracelet was the only memento left by his father!
He hurriedly searched for the bracelet in the trash can.
Cora looked at Jeffrey and coldly announced.
“I want a divorce. You’re nothing to me now.”
Jeffrey’s gaze dropped to the bracelet.
He picked it up and stared at Cora, feeling immense disappointment.
Jeffrey once had a successful career as a veterinarian, and his life with Cora had been nothing short of beautiful.
However, all that changed when his clinic was wrongly accused of animal abuse, embroiling him in a public relations crisis.
His career suffered severe setbacks, and everything he worked for crumbled.
Despite his best efforts to revive his reputation and prove his innocence, people still held prejudices against him and his clinic.
It was during this time that Cora’s attitude began to change, until Jeffrey could no longer recognize the woman he had married.
Adam laughed at Jeffrey’s expression, pulling Cora back to him.
He kissed her neck, his eyes locked on Jeffrey.
He pulled the quilt off her, revealing her naked body.
“Why don’t you stick around? Enjoy the show. Maybe take notes—you might learn something.”
“You bastard!” Jeffrey roared. Before he knew it, his fist collided with Adam’s jaw.
Adam winced in pain as blood trickled from his nose.
“How dare you piece of shit hit me? You’re fucking dead!”
He retaliated with a punch of his own.
The two exchanged blows, but it was obvious Adam was at a huge disadvantage. Though he trained occasionally, his inconsistency left him no match for Jeffrey.
Soon, Adam was knocked down again, with Jeffrey pinning him to the floor.
“Bastard, let go of me this instant!” Adam cursed, his bruised face swollen and immobile under Jeffrey’s grip.
“Jeffrey, stop it!” Cora screamed, stepping between them. She knelt beside Adam, shielding him with her body. “Are you insane?”
Seeing his wife rushing to protect Adam made Jeffrey’s anger flare even more. He clenched his fists tightly, gritting his teeth.
“Enough!” Cora cut him off with a glare.
“He’s the heir to Whitmore Industries, a multinational corporation worth millions. Do you know what that means?”
Adam, his face bruised but his arrogance intact, leaned against the bedpost.
He spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm.
“You fucking pig. You will die today!”
Jeffrey stared at the woman he loved for years, a heavy sigh escaping his lips.
He knew now she was truly gone, and no amount of words could bring her back.
Jeffrey’s jaw tightened, his pain turning into seething anger. “You’ll regret it.”
Jeffrey turned and got out of the room.
Adam's voice came from behind.
“Did you hear me, you little shit! You're dead today!”
Jeffrey didn't look back.
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CHAPTER 230
The phone rang once. Twice. Then the line clicked."Rita?" the voice was sharp, calm, almost distant, but beneath it, she could hear the undercurrent of exhaustion—the weight of a man who carried more than anyone should."Jeffery..." she whispered, the tension in her throat cracking her voice. "I... I saw the news—about Ronan Blake—""Rita!" his voice snapped suddenly like a whip, cutting through the static of her panic. "Why the hell are you calling me? Didn't I tell you? Stay out of this! Don't reach out! It's not safe at all! You could—""I had to know," she interrupted, tears threatening to spill. "I needed to hear it from you. I couldn't just... sit there and do nothing—"His sigh was long, a mix of frustration, fear, and helplessness. "Do you even understand what you're putting yourself through? Or what you're doing to me by calling? I told you, Rita... this isn't safe. Not for you. Not for anyone. You reach out, and suddenly, you're in the line of fire."She flinched at the raw
CHAPTER 229
Rita sat frozen at her desk, the screen glowing with images she could barely comprehend. The alley, slick with rain, cordoned off by police tape, shattered asphalt reflecting neon light—every detail was seared deeply into her mind. Ronan Blake. Suspected Armed robber. Murdered. J recognizable.Her fingers trembled, hovering over the phone. She wanted to call Jeffery, needed to hear his voice, to confirm that the man loved could never do something so monstrous. To be honest, Jeffery had killed but it had never been brutal like last night's. And it was always because Rita's life had been endangered.But... what if she was wrong? What if he had actually done it? The thought made her stomach twist into knots, bile rising like fire.She pressed her palms to her face, trying to steady her racing heart. Jeffery had warned her countless times: keep your life normal, maintain appearances. Pretend the world doesn't see you as linked to him. That advice had always been theoretical—now it was pai
CHAPTER 228
The office felt suddenly smaller, the air heavier, as the officers stepped closer to Rita's desk. Their presence carried the weight of accusation, the kind that didn't need words to make a heart pound. One of them cleared his throat, his tone careful but unyielding."Miss Stirling, we need to speak about an incident last night," he began, voice low but cutting through the quiet hum of the office. "That's the main reason we actually came here."Rita's eyebrows creased. What were they talking about? What happened last night?"A man was found dead in an alley in the East District," the officer continued. "There were blood spatters, marks everywhere. Whoever did this left the victim... unrecognizable."This doesn't have to do with Jeffery, right? Rita's hands tightened on the edge of her desk. Her voice trembled, disbelief creeping in. "Unrecognizable? What... what are you actually saying?"The second officer leaned in, his gaze sharp, unwavering. "You know Jeffery Flamel, correct?""Yes,
CHAPTER 227
Rita Stirling woke to the pale light of dawn filtering through the curtains of her penthouse, the city below still stirring in its usual rhythm. She lay for a long moment, staring at the ceiling, letting her mind wander to Jeffery. The thought of him still hiding in an unknown place, carrying the weight of suspicion for murders he hadn't committed—one perpetrated by Aadam Prescott—made her chest tighten. She had to appear normal, calmly, unshaken—her every move a shield against the scrutiny that now surrounded.Jeffery had told her this the last moment they had met. He didn't want her being arrested as well. It would really tarnish the name of the Stirling family and affect the company—something which neither of them wanted. So she had agreed to do just as he had said, till everything had been solved. And that included not reaching out to him no matter what.Her morning routine was precise, almost mechanical. Every gesture—sliding into her blazer, adjusting her cuffs, the careful appl
CHAPTER 226
Morning came slow. Not with the violent crash of storms or the roar of lightning, but in muted, hesitant whispers. Sunlight, filtered through the thick clouds, fell in sickly gold silvers across the cracked motel blinds. Dust motes floated in the beams like tiny specters. The room smelled of damp concrete and faint herbs, lingering from the previous night's alchemical work. The faint pulse of the Philosopher's Stone nearby cast its soft glow, as if marking the passage of the night Jeffery had just endured.Jeffery stirred, the weight of exhaustion still draped over him like a second storm. His body ached—the remnants of the storm, of the rooftop confrontation, of controlling the mutated men—aching in quiet, insistent protest. But his mind, though fatigued, had begun to awaken. It prowled, like a wolf stretching after sleep, circling the corners of strategy, probability, and consequence.He sat up slowly, blanket slipping from his shoulders. The cot creaked under his weight, the sound
CHAPTER 225
The rain had subsided, leaving the city slick and glimmering under the faint glow of neon signs. The streets hissed with the last whispers of storm water, gutters carrying secrets down to the sewers.Jeffery moved like a shadow over puddle-slick asphalt, each step slow, deliberate, carrying the exhaustion of a body and mind pushed to their limits.The night's chaos lingered like a phantom across his shoulders. Mutated men had fled; the threat had been defused—for now—but the weight of responsibility pressed against his chest like iron chains. He could feel every pulse of the Philosopher's Stone beneath his coat, a quiet heartbeat echoing the storm that had passed but left scars in its wake.The city smelled of wet concrete and ozone, a scent that always reminded him of beginnings and endings at the same time. He inhaled deeply, letting it fill his lungs, steadying his Qi, centering himself.Every step toward the motel was both relief and dread. Relief because he could finally rest. Dr
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