âMr.
Waston, we acknowledge Axellâs mistake and extend our apologies on his behalf.
We humbly ask for your forgiveness, hoping youâll Look past his error.
His accomplishments werenât easily achieved; his future shouldnât be tarnished.
â
Albert, donning a blue hospital gown, observed the couple with an icy demeanor.
He articulated with deliberate pace, âThe issue now lies with the public prosecutor, whoâs preparing to charge Axell with multiple crimes.
This is beyond my capacity to forgive.
Furthermore, Axell should have considered the repercussions when he abducted my daughter.
â
Monica was visibly shaken.
She whispered in disbelief, âMr.
Waston, are you intent on ruining my boy?â
Albertâs response was laced with sarcasm.
It dawned on him why Axell had spiraled out of control so swiftly; he was the product of parents who fostered detrimental values.
With a mocking tone, Albert retorted, âHad Axell succeeded in killing me, to whom should I have turned? My daughter is still undergoing psychological intervention because of what he did to her.
Isnât it only right that he faces the consequences?â
Monicaâs shock swiftly morphed into anguish, her outcry laced with despair, âItâs all Jessieâs fault.
Axellâs downfall stems from his involvement with her.
He was on track to becoming a distinguished doctor, not a felon.
Is Jessie here? Let her face us! She owes Axell an apology, not the other way around.
If anyone deserves to be imprisoned, itâs her, not Axell.
Bitch, come out!â
Albert was incensed by her words, imagining Jessieâs distress upon hearing such accusations.
Immobile, he signaled a bodyguard with a blink, who promptly understood.
As the bodyguard attempted to escort Axellâs parents away, Monica clung on, her invectives escalating.
In a moment of tension, Albertâs voice cut through the air, stern and unyielding, âSay another word, and I assure you, Axell will not greet the dawn tomorrow.
Test me if you dare.
â
Monica froze, disbelief etched into her features.
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Albert continued, his tone icy, âThis is Duefron.
Here, my reach knows no bounds.
And wouldnât it be considered quite normal for a criminal like Axell to choose suicide over facing his crimes and serving time?â
Monicaâs resolve began to crumble, her lips quivering.
Her protests were weak, âYou wouldnât dare.
â
Yet, deep down, she recognized Albertâs capability.
Resorting to desperation, she fell to her knees once more, pleading for her sonâs life.
Albert, bothered by the disturbance, signaled for her removal.
The bodyguard, meanwhile, presented the couple with train tickets and a significant check.
âMr.
Waston has made it clear he wishes you cause neither him nor Miss Green any further distress,â the bodyguard conveyed.
Albertâs offer included the tickets and a ten million dollar check, effectively purchasing Axellâs freedom, or at least, leniency, for the next decade.
With hands shaking, Monica tried to protest, but the bodyguardâs words echoed a stark warning.
âIn your place, Iâd take this chance.
The severity of Axellâs charges can be influenced by a single word from Mr.
Waston.
â
Silence reclaimed the ward as they departed.
The bodyguard pushed the door in and said softly, âMr.
Waston, they left with the train tickets and the check.
â
Albert had a Bible in his hand.