Justin spent an entire day and night waiting outside the gates of Yara Park.
He was that stubborn. If he could not see the person he loved and find the answers he needed, he
wouldn''t be able to find peace even in death.
Last night, Justin saw the Iverson father-and-son duo arrive. He knew that they hade to stir up
trouble regarding Charles, so he hid and observed, not out of fear but to avoid unnecessary trouble. He
did not want Lance to think that he was colluding with the Thompson family, triggering him to cause
trouble for Chairman Thompson.
He could take care of things for the Thompson family behind closed doors, but showing up in public
right now wouldn''t be a good idea. The sky was dark, with strong winds raging and howling around him.
The powerful wind hit his body, feeling just as intense as the punches and kicks he tookst night.
Justin''s eyes were gloomy and sunken. There was a stubble of beard growing on his chiseled jaw,
adding a touch of carefree ruggedness, as if he had returned to his military days.
Just then, his phone started ringing while it was charging in the car, briefly distracting him from his deep
thoughts.
Justin opened the car door and grabbed the phone. It wasn calling.
n, what is it?" His voice sounded hoarse and barely recognizable, as if he had no energy left.
"President Salvador! I finally got through to your phone!"n sounded as if he were on the verge of
tears. "Chairman Salvador is sick and has just been taken to the hospital! Pleasee back and see
him!" Justin felt a jolt of panic, and cold sweat once again soaked through his already damp suit.
The Thompson brothers gathered in the wine cer of Yara Park. They were usually a cheerful bunch,
but today they were frowning as they drank in silence, especially Den. He was drinking shot after
shot of hard liquor as if it were water, making Axel anxious just watching him.
"Den, you can''t keep drinking like this. It''s really not good for your health." Asher frowned, taking
away his ss.
"Yeah, you are not even married yet. Don''t ruin your liver." Axel added.
Den clenched his fist in frustration, mming it on the table.
"You shouldn''t have treated Be like that today. You were too pushy." Asher patted Den''s shoulder,
letting out a soft sigh. "You know how Be is. She doesn''t respond well to force. The more you push,
the more she pushes back. I know you love her to the core. You certainly don''t want her to resent you,
right?"
Axel also looked worried. "Yeah, the two of you haven''t had such an intense argument since forever."
"What do you expect me to do then? Do you want me to just stand by while my little sister gets involved
with that bastard?!" Den covered his face with his hands and rubbed it vigorously.
His hoarse voice was filled with despair. "I really wish they hurt me instead of Be... I wouldn''t flinch,
even if I were cut into pieces. I can''t bear to watch her go through so much pain. Miscarriage! She
could have had a child. She could have experienced the joy of motherhood like other women! But
now..."
As they thought about their niece or nephew, who never got a chance to enter this world, the brothers
fell into silence. Each of them felt an agonizing ache within them.
"It''s all Justin''s fault... It''s all his fault!" Den, a tall and strong soldier, was now on the verge of tears.
"We should avoid bringing up this matter in front of Be from now on," Asher said. His throat felt dry
as he handed a tissue to Den. "Not having children isn''t a bad thing. Pregnancy and raising a child
are tough, and there''s endless worry. Let Be live freely like a child from now on. With us taking care
of her, she''ll slowly get better."
All of a sudden, the cer door burst open.
"Young Masters! Something''s wrong!" Quentin gasped, panicking, "Ms. Be has run away!"
All three brothers stood up abruptly, eyes wide with shock. "Run away?! How is that possible?"
"She''s gone! Really gone! She jumped out of the window!"
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Everyone quickly rushed to Be''s room. They found the window wide open, the raging wind and rain
causing the curtains to be blown wildly.