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Are you sure, Mrs. Ducani? That Miss Rhode is one of those you saw on the night of your accident?” the detective asked.
‘Isn’t what she did to Matthew Spencer enough proof?” I retorted angrily.
This detective had connections to the Rhode family, being a friend of Beverly’s father, which is why he kept asking the same question, as
I hoping I would change my accusations.
“Miss Rhode is having hallucinations, driven by emotions, and was physically hurt by your husband,” he said, trying to defend her.
“After she kidnapped me and my son!” I spat. “Then he’s also driven by emotions, so he cannot be charged! Why aren’t you hearing his side, huh?!”
My chest tightened with rage. One month. It had been one month since the incident. Lorde was seeing a psychologist to cope with his trauma, and Lucian was being investigated for the fact that he hurt Beverly.
That woman should have died. Instead, they took her to a mental hospital??
“I’m sorry, Mrs. Ducani,” he began.}]
“If you are sorry, then do your job! Otherwise, I’ll have you replaced,” I cut him off, my voice sharp.
I saw fear flash across his eyes. He must have received a notice from the Supreme Court, or maybe even from the Ducani family. While my family fought to protect us, I wasn’t about to let Beverly slip through the cracks.}
There were talks between the Supreme Court and the government alliance about whether they should leave Beverly in our hands because, after all, she was related to us. But this detective seemed reluctant, knowing what her fate would be if we got our hands on her.
She deserved the death penalty.M
“My son was almost killed. He was kidnapped. I was tortured. Before that, my sister died, and I almost died. This is the second time Beverly has tried to drag us to death,” I said, my voice firm and resolute. “I won’t allow her to escape the charges against her.”
I grabbed my bag and left the room, leaving the detective behind. My attorneys were outside, listening in on the conversation.”
“I’m going home,” I said, not stopping.
I needed to get home before Lorde woke up, but the heavy traffic added another thirty minutes to my journey.”
“Mommy! Come back to me!” I heard him crying from the yard the moment I arrived. The maids were trying to keep him from running out.
The car had barely stopped when I rushed out to him.”
“Lorde, Mommy’s here!” I shouted.
The maids finally let him go, and he bolted toward me, almost tripping over his feet.}]
Gone was the strong–willed child who used to shout that he hated me and didn’t need me. Gone was the vibrant, boastful, fearless boy who never backed down.
What remained was my son, who clung to me desperately every time he woke up, terrified that I would be gone. He had become terrified of the dark, plagued by nightmares, and his heart seemed to weaken with each passing day. His phobias were taking over his emotions, turning him into a child lost in fear.”
“Mommy just had something important to do, sweetheart,” I explained gently, trying to calm him.
“But you left…” he sobbed, his small voice breaking.}
“And I’m here now, okay? Mommy won’t leave you anymore. I promise,” I said softly, holding him close.
His small body trembled as he clung to me, his sobs uncontrollable. “Don’t leave, Mommy,” he begged over and over.
We stayed like that for a while. Even at dinner, I had to coax him to eat, distracting him with little tricks to calm him down. That was when
Lucian arrived.
His beard had grown longer, his appearance rugged, a reflection of how little time he had for himself. He had grown used to coming home only to grab paperwork, rushing off to the precinct, or dealing with court matters.
He looked exhausted.
But this time, when he saw us, a wide smile broke across his face, a smile filled with relief.”
“What happened?” I asked, confused, as Lorde finally began to calm down in my arms.
Lucian bent down to kiss our son, and then, to my surprise, he pulled me into a kiss as well.
“I’m finally free of charges,” he said, his voice still tired but filled with relief.” My eyes widened.
“R–really?”
“Yes. And Beverly… she’s now in our hands. We’ll be taking charge of her crimes,” he said, his tone more confident now.
My heart raced, and tears blurred my vision.”
Finally. The one thing I had wanted ever since that night, ever since Matthew was stabbed and Lorde was taken. Ever since my sister, Chesca, had died.
This was justice. It was finally happening.
“And Chesca… she’ll get justice too,” I whispered, my heart swelling with emotion.
Lucian nodded, his face softening as he held me close. “Yes. At last, justice.”
We stood there for a moment, just holding each other, knowing that at long last, we could breathe easy. The threat was over, and the road
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ahead would be paved with the truth. Justice will finally be served in silver platter.
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