Peter's pupils dilated as he read the news post. "What… How?!"But that was not all—the families of the deceased had now come forward, demanding justice for the dead. The old workers who used to be employed at the factory were also testifying that the factory had no fire safety measures as well, even stating the model numbers of the factory equipment used—all of which were prohibited for violating safety regulations.And it was only gaining further traction now."It seems that Tim Goldman doesn't just want money… He wants me dead too!" Peter growled, his gaze darkening as his hands clenched into fists. There was no way he would take this lying down.He whipped out his phone to make calls to the press, intent on paying them to take down the news posts.What he did not know, however, was that Zachary Slate was working with Tim, and they were offering the press double—even triple—of what Peter would pay them. As such, there was simply nothing Peter could do to enforce a press gag
Even with his evidence, Zachary could not topple the Lindts in a single stroke.However, that was not the case now that he had Ember's confession.He sent her home to wait for his updates, after which he quickly uploaded the recording online.The incident had already caused significant unrest, and in this age of networking, no individual or event gets to hide.Soon, Peter Lindt was named, and a horde of journalists as well as outraged netizens arrived at the hospital.They both returned home, their faces ashen, but another bombshell landed almost as soon as they sat on the couch."You have to listen to this…"Shirley showed Peter the recording that was circulating online, and they both could hear that it was their daughter."How could she say something like that… And at a time like this?!"As the Lindts were pushed to the brink, Peter was left seething and barking, "Call her here already!"Shirley quickly did so, and Ember soon arrived—she had returned to the hospital after l
While Shirley hesitated, Ember kept persuading her. "Mom, we don't even know if Dad would be abused while he's being arrested. We need to get him out soon—you're the only one who can make the decision and sign the papers."Shirley was soon convinced—bailing out her husband was the priority anyway.Turning toward Zachary, she asked, "So? What am I supposed to do?"A dark look appeared over Zachary's face just then, but he kept solemn as he said, "There's some papers you need to sign.""Okay," Shirley said, agreeing to it right away without thinking.Zachary took out the papers he prepared beforehand and handed it to Ember. "There's no helping it. Some of the company's businesses must be sacrificed to save your father."Ember took his words at face value and did not even check the papers before passing it to her mother. "You have to sign it while Dad's away, Mom."Shirley's fingers clenched, but she braced herself and signed the papers, doing it so quickly that she did not read th
Zachary quietly said, "Perfect timing."His words sparkled Ember's remaining hopes and she slowly walked up to him, mustering a smile as she said, "Tim Goldman was just slandering you, right?""It's all true," Zachary said, cutting her short icily. "Now, sign this."Ember finally saw the paper on the table, and the title that read 'Divorce Agreement'!She wobbled and turned toward Zachary in disbelief. "Y-You want to divorce me?!"Then, she turned to Mrs. Slate, who had always supported her.And right now, she needed Mrs. Slate's help.However, Mrs. Slate simply averted her gaze, rose to her feet, and left.After all, she knew that Zachary was no longer the son she could browbeat or manipulate at her whim.However, Ember was still counting on her. "Zachary is going to divorce me! Aren't you doing anything about this?" Mrs. Slate finally sighed. "I can't even save myself."Before Ember arrived, Zachary had told her that he would not hold Lulu Adams's death against her, but i
As a matter of fact, the police had already been investigating Peter Lindt in secret.Everything that was exposed online—from testimonies to physical evidence—only served to give them more evidence.Even so, Ember still had not given up. "Don't you have any feelings for me at all?"Zachary actually wanted to laugh right then. "Me? Having feelings for you?" He growled every word heavily. "All I feel toward you is spite!"Ember was left dumbstruck for a while, but soon reared her head and laughed with madness and hate. "You want a divorce? You want your freedom? Dream on! I'll never divorce you if it kills me!" She laughed maniacally. "You think you could divorce me to find that dead woman? Fine! Just kill yourself and meet her in hell!"Zachary simply ignored her raving. "You already have nothing to negotiate with."However, Ember had been pampered rotten and never lost to anyone. Still unable to see the truth even now, she was still convinced that her parents' business would
Ember turned to find that it was Zachary, and her expression turned from savagery to tenderness in a split second. However, even before she could cajole him, Zachary spoke. "I told them not to let her in."Ember's face fell, her visage turning ferocious again as her voice turned shrill, "We aren't divorced yet! You have no right!""So what if we aren't divorced?" Zachary said flatly. "I won't let you in either way. What can you do about it, hmm?"Ember's eyes widened—she had never expected Zachary to become like this, and there soon spite showed in her look of disbelief as well.She should have seen him for what he really was, instead of believing his lies! To think that she believed him!"Zachary Slate!!!" she screamed.Zachary simply ignored her and said, "You're not coming in if you're not signing the divorce agreement. You returned so quickly because you wanted money, didn't you?"Ember blinked."Y-You're heinous," she snarled. "I got that from you," he said coolly, and
However, it was clear that Tommy was not sleeping soundly—his eyelashes were damp from tears.Irene looked heartbroken. She wished she was the one suffering.As she quietly lay down beside her son, Sheryl brought her a bowl of warm soup and said, "Drink this before you sleep."Irene did so, and lay down to sleep beside Tommy.Sheryl left with the bowl and did not impose, but Irene could not sleep soundly, waking up repeatedly. As she opened her muddled eyes for a third time, she decided that she could not fall asleep and she quietly got up.Seeing her leave the room, Sheryl sighed. "You could sleep a while longer."It hurt Sheryl's heart to watch Irene wearing herself out, but she could not talk Irene out of it when Tommy's life was on the line. Moreover, being busy would help Irene forget about Isaac too."I still have to go to the lab," Irene told her.Sheryl could only nod—right now, the only thing she could do for her daughter was to take good care of Tommy.Along the
It was likely that neither of them had expected to see each other under such circumstances. Somehow, Whitney Cox felt neither jealousy nor resentment toward Irene.In fact, she came to realize certain truths while pregnant.For one, Irene never owed her, and Isaac was never hers. In fact, her impersonation of Irene was the reason she managed to get close to Isaac.It was Whitney who acted as if he was hers with no qualms."I…" Irene was going to speak, but Whitney cut her short and said feebly, "I didn't expect there to still be a connection between us… That I'd see you during my last moments."Whitney lowered her gaze. "Even though we graduated from the same med school and worked at the same hospital, you were better than me in every way. I used to envy you… But it was more jealousy than envy…"Irene used to hate Whitney to the bone, but the sight of her looking like a candle in the wind eased her spite."You have amniotic fluid embolism," Irene said, cutting to the chase