Chapter 129
The Remorseful Brothers
Chapter 129 âNo nerd,â said Dillon solemnly as he placed the box down. âItâs real.â
âCan I make a quick phone call!â Sharon asked. She could feel her scalp prickling and an uneasy sensation began creeping over her. âMr. Perry, are you sure! Even if this gem is real, it couldnât possibly be the Heart of Snow! That oneâs in the capital Dhillon frowned, studying Sharon carefully. Iâm not mistaken. I know this gemâitâs definitely the Heart of Snow.â Turning to Gavin, he bowed slightly and added, âYou must be on very good terms with someone important. No one would part with such a treasure easily.â
Concerned that he might have overstepped, Dillon quickly excused himself, wanting to make a call and verify how the gem had ended up here in Acocesser. âThis young manâs background must be nothing short of extraordinary, he thought, picking up his pace.
Bryan and Charles both let out a sigh of relief, âHahaha.. I knew it the latter boomed, laughing heartily. âHow could Mr. Newston ever give something fake? He really treasures you, Ms. Larsen. Giving you such a priceless gem âExactlyâ Bryan added. âIâd love to see the faces of the people who doubted it now. Bet theyâre burning z with shame.â
âMy guess is theyâve never laid eyes on a gem that valuable in their lives. Pathetic, Bryan continued, casting a glance at Sharon.
Then, pointing directly at her, he said, âA dealâs a deal. Go clean Mr. Newtonâs toilet like we agreedâ
Iâve ever seen such an Layla swallowed hard, greedily eyeing the gem that was worth 16 million dollars. She sighed in awe. This is the first time Iâ
expensive sapphire. Madeline, youâre incredibly lucky.â
Winslet, however, couldnât hide the bitterness twisting her expression, She felt utterly humiliated as Maileline once again stood in the spotlight. Why! How does she get so lucky every single time! Winslet seethed internally Trying to provoke Sharon, Winslet mustered, âLooks like you were wrong, Aunt Sharon, Maddieâs got some serious backing. No wonder sheâs always so confident Sharonâs eyes burned with anger and humiliation. Before she could fully react. Madeline, weary of the entire situation, stood up.
âYou lost.â Madeline said, her voice firm as she locked eyes with Sharon: Disappointed you didnât get the answer you wanted?â
Without warning. Sharon lunged at Madeline and slapped her across the face.
Smack!
The slap echoed through the room, leaving everyone stunned. But in a way, it wasnât surprising. The Larson family had always treated Madeline as if she were nothing, someone they could hit without consequence âDonât get so full of yourself! Sharon snarled, her eyes bloodshot and furious. She gritted her teeth, glaring at Madeline with disdain. Iâm heading back to the capital. And as for our bet.. What are you going to do? Youâre just a nobody. How dare you flaunt yourself in front of me?â
Gavinâs expression remained cold as he stepped forward, positioning himself in front of Madeline. His eyes darkened as he looked at her red, swollen check, rage simmering beneath his calm exterior Without saying a word, he gently cupped Madelineâs face, his thumb brushing the spot where sheâd been struck. Regret gnawed at him for not stopping Sharon sooner. âDoes it hurt?â he asked sofily.
Madeline covered her check, shaking her head. âNo, itâs fineâ
Gavin turned toward Sharon, his gaze icy as if he were looking at a corpse. A chill ran down Sharonâs spine as she realized the intensity of his rage. She gritted her teeth, grabbed her bag, and stormed out. Layla hurried after Sharon, desperate to make amends, but Sharon her pride shattered. was indifferent.
Meanwhile, Gavin stood silently by Madelineâs side. Overwhelmed with guilt, he didnât utter a word of rebuke to Sharon. He frowned, heartbroken that this had happened to Madeline. At that moment, he vowed never to leave her side again.
Harley, watching from a distance, felt a chill run through him. Knowing Gavinâs vengeful nature, he feared for Sharon. The calmer Gavin appeared, the more dangerous he became. âWhatâs in store for Sharon? Harley wondered, lowering his head and remaining silent.
Sharon stormed out of the Larson residence and into her small white car. Layla followed, calling after her, âShuron, waitâ
Sharon turned and snapped, âDonât bother asking me to stay. I wonât take my anger out on you, but donât expect any favors from me in the futureâ She glared at Layla, adding âYou raised quite the daughterâ
Layla stood at the gates, tears brimning as she cursed silently, I never raised hert Madelineâs like a wild weed in the gardenâ
âSharonâ Layla yelled, but Sharonâs car had already sped off It was a sport aftemoon, will no cars annual Everyone watched as Sharonâs car drove down the deserted road. Madeline stood with her arms crossed, bet face calm Sharm would undoubtedly hold a grudge against the Larson family, but in Madeline, it didnât muster.
3:38 PM d Chapter 129 Then, suddenly, a horrifying crash echoed through the street. At the intersection, Sharonâs car had been hit by a massive truck that had lost control. âAhh Layla screamed, covering her mouth and stumbling back, her eyes wide with terror.
Screech!
Tires squealed as Sharonâs car flipped through the air, rolling several times before landing on the side of the road. Chaos erupted as people. screamed and rushed toward the wreck.
âHelp! Someone save her!â
âOh, my goodness! What happened?â
âCall an ambulance!
Madeline stood frozen, her wide eyes glued to the scene. Amid the commotion, a soft sound caught her attention.
Click!
She turned to see Gavin lighting a cigarette. His long fingers held it delicately as smoke curled around his face. His expression was frighteningly dark, and a low chuckle escaped his lips. His gaze was cold and lethal, like an emotionless predator.
Gavin rarely smoked, especially given his work in labs where it posed too many risks. But when he did, it was always a bad sign.
Madelineâs face paled, a shiver running down her spine. âGavin... was that your doing?â she asked, her voice trembling.
âYeah,â Gavin replied, licking his teeth. âAnyone who bullies you doesnât get to walk away. Iâm sending her to hell so she canât hurt you again.â
Madeline shook her head, remembering the first time she saw him on a mission. His hands had been stained with blood, his gaze cold as death. He had looked back at her across a field of corpses. That same terrifying look was back. Even now, it haunted her.
Madeline wished more than anything that Gavin could live a normal life, free from the darkness that consumed him, and somehow find salvation. âAfter everything.. why repeat the same mistakes? she thought.
âGavin, you canât let her die, Madeline mumbled, taking a deep breath. Then, she spun around and ran toward the crash scene.
Before she could get far, Gavinâs strong arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her back into his chest. âDonât,â Gavin ordered, gripping her chin to force her to look at the wreckage âLetâs watch her die. Togetherâ
His voice lowered as he whispered into her ear, âHow dare that bitch lay a hand on you! I promised to protect you, and Iâm not going back on Shrill screams echoed through the streets. âItâs going to explode!â
Madelineâs eyes welled up with tears as she watched the fire rage. âGavin, I canât-â
âMaddie, mercy for your enemy only brings suffering to yourself, Gavin cut her off, his tone firm.
that.â
Madeline turned to meet his eyes, her lashes fluttering in fear. âI canât let your hands get stained with blood for me again. Sheâs not worth it.â With a loud boom, the car exploded, flames shooting high into the sky. Gavinâs gaze flickered momentarily before he pulled Madeline close, pressing her head into his chest as she trembled in fear. His arms wrapped tightly around her, shielding her from the destruction behind them. Gavin had made it clear the moment they reunitedâhe had never changed. He was still the same ruthless man she had known from the matter how much he tried to hide it.
e start, no Gavinâs lips curled into a cold, cruel smile as he stroked Madelineâs back softly. âDonât be afraid. Iâm here,â he murmured, his eyes burning with an untamable fire. A fire that would consume everything in its path.