Damien wanted Beckham to witness firsthand what the adopted daughter he had always defended had done.
If anger for what Raymond did to Charisa could not surpass the so-called father-daughter bond he shared with Gwenn, then this man was truly as hopeless as Jarvi had claimed.
The lamp on the hotel desk illuminated the room. It was already past eleven at night, but Beckham remained awake. He sat in the chair, diligently writing a letter on exquisite paper. The letter was intended for Charisa in heaven.
âAri, we have finally found the culprit who hurt you back then. Are you happy?â
âAri, Damienâs father is not a bad person. You can rest assured.â
âAs for Raymond⦠not only will Damien not let him go, but I wonât eitherâ¦â
Beckham held the pen and smiled as he wrote. Yet, in another moment, tears streamed down his face.
Charisaâs life had been tough. It took five years after her passing to find the culprit who assaulted her when she was a young woman. Furthermore, it was also in the fifth year after her departure that her family finally emerged.
But was it all too late? Was it really too late?
Her life had already slipped away. Beckham could never hold her in his embrace and hear her calling his name. He owed her too much in this lifetime.
âAri, donât worry.â Beckham took a deep breath and wiped his tears. âOnce Raymond is dead, Iâll come to find you. Please wait for me.â
When Damien and his men arrived at Beckhamâs door, Beckham had just finished his letter. As he placed the exquisite letter into an envelope, there was a knock at the door.
He furrowed his brows, appearing displeased as he glanced at the door. He carefully shut Serafina and Sorenâs bedroom door before heading to the main door. âWho is it?â
âDad, itâs me.â Damienâs deep voice sounded from outside.
Beckhamâs brows furrowed even more. âItâs late. What are you doing here instead of being with Cherry?â
Damien remained calm despite Beckhamâs displeased tone. He smiled and replied, âI have something to discuss with you.â
Beckham frowned. âDoes it have to be tonight?â
The children were already asleep. He feared Damienâs arrival and discussion would wake the children.
Serafina might not be a problem, but Soren was always sensitive. He was worried that Soren would wake up and overhear something he shouldnât.
âYes, it has to be now.â Damien took a deep breath and continued, âPlease open the door. Iâll have Blake go in and watch the childrenâsleep. You and I can talk next door.â
Beckham could not deny that it was a good idea. Thus, after considering briefly, he nodded. âOkay.â
He put on the coat hanging nearby and opened the door.
But to his surprise, Damien and Blake were not the only ones there. Greg, Mr. Kolson, and others were also present.
Beckham furrowed his brows. âWhy bring so many people?â
Shouldnât some of these people be guarding Raymond?
âWellâ¦â Damien smiled politely and gave Blake a signal Blake nodded immediately. He darted into the room and sat on the couch. âIâll complete the task!â
The youngsterâs eyes were exceptionally clear.
Beckham took a deep breath. He thought Blake was a bit young and might be unable to take good care of Serafina and Soren. However, he did not have a choice.