Chapter 1124:
âIâm sorry,â he muttered.
Abramâs hands were clenched tight.
The piercing stares and murmurs from the onlookers were more torturous than death itself.
He had been successful for years, rising to prominence as a celebrated designer.
Now, everything lay in shambles.
âIt was me. I took your designs. I have your old drafts.â Abram inhaled sharply.
Realizing that it was better to confess right now than face arrest and interrogation later, he chose to speak.
âMs. Clarke, I admit my mistake.â He feigned a tearful display. âI can give back every one of your original drafts. Iâm prepared to kneel and apologize.â
With that declaration, Abram knelt, making a resounding thud.
He didnât hesitate for a second.
Abram knew that he must act to save his own future. Hoytâs affluent family could shield him from repercussions, but Abram faced a different fate.
He had already alienated the Lloyds, and Fabian held him in contempt. Should the police take him next, not only would his career be over, but his personal safety would also be at risk.
âMs. Clarke, I beg your forgiveness! Greed blinded me momentarily. Iâve admired you for so long. Iâm your big fan! Thatâs why I emulated your styleâ¦â
As he pleaded, Abram bowed deeply, seeking compassion.
Gone were his arrogance and confidence. He now appeared a sorrowful, abandoned figure.
The crowdâs reaction shifted from astonishment to revulsion.
ððððð ðð ðððð ðððð: ðâ²ð ððνðð ð⩸ð¼ðð
âPeople were right â Ms. Clarkeâs work was plagiarized!â
âHas Abram been copying work all these years? Itâs no surprise the studioâs quality has plummeted.â
âWhat a vile scheme. They conspired to frame her!â
âWithout Graceâs proof, imagine the lies that would have tarnished Ms. Clarke.â
âHow can Abram even attempt to justify himself? If I were in his shoes, Iâd vanish from sight!â
The onlookers whispered amongst themselves, each word a stomp on his already crushed dignity.
Yet, Abram was beyond caring. He continued his display of humility, hoping that it might influence Allison as it once had.
Previously, during a rift with the studio, Allisonâs kindness had led her to leave her design drafts behind.
Abram wept even more bitterly, thinking that in this way, he could evoke her kindness again and earn her forgiveness.
âMs. Clarke, even if forgiveness is beyond reach, please donât involve the police. Iâll hand over all my earnings from these years as compensation!â
He believed in the eventual soft-heartedness of women and was taking advantage of this trait.
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