Chapter 215: Marcus–If I Come Clean, Will She Forgive Me?
Mr. Harrington leaked torn
It wasn’t that lie didn’t want to step forward.
But the truth was, he had never treated Cassins well.
Cassians had inherited at least seventy percent of Evangeline’s looks
Every time Mr. Harrington saw him, he was remanded of his daughter’s tragic Tue,
And to make matters worse, Cassisis carried Derick’s blood–the blood of the massesponsible for it all.
So he never felt a single ounce of affection for his grandson.
He’d always thought Cassius shouldn’t have existed,
If not for giving hinth to him, Evangeline would sufli be alive.
But looking back now……
Had he been punishing Cassius out of cowardice!?
The truth was, he had never had the courage to Eice his daughter’s deaths.
As long as he stayed away from Cassius, he could pretend she was still out there, somewhere,
For years, he had left her in that small wooden house, planting all the trees she used to love —some twisted attempt at comfort.
But the more he cling to this illusion, the more unfair it became to Casshis.
The boy lad been hom into this world knowing unthingg
Yet from the moment he took his first breaths, be had to bear the weight of grown–ups” hatred,
Everyone called him cursed.
He had lived his whole life under the shadow of being the one who “killed” his mother.
Honestly, it wouldn’t have been surprising if he had turned into a complete delinquent or given sip on himself entirely.
But he hadn’t. He held on
He didn’t go astray.
And in the end, he uncovered the real reason behind Evangeline’s death.
Compared to him, Mr. Harrington realized he was the one who had truly failed Evangeline,
He hadn’t been a good wher.
And he certainly wasn’t fit to be a grandfather.
“I failed him.” he whispered.
“I don’t drive to face him.”
Stella blanked in surprise.
It was the first time she had ever beard her grandfather admit something like this.
“Grandpa, have you even tried!”
“Who knows? Maybe Cassius actually thinks you’re a nice grandfather.”
Tears streamed down Mr. Harrington’s wrinkled face,
Even if Cassius dad think thur_
He wouldn’t be able to accept
“Let’s go,” he said.
They came all this way, and now they were just leaving?
– Wain’t this a little ridiculoust
“Granelps, let’s wait a bit. It’s a mess right now. What if Caulus need our help!“
Mr. Harrington sighed. “He’s strong. There’s nothing we can do for him ”
Bia despite las words, he didn’t insist on leaving
On the other side of the room, Bradley stood in the shadows wit
“Auntie, see? I wasn’t lying. She looks just like her”
Chapter 213. Marcus–III Come Clean, Will She Forgive Me?
The woman stared at Gemma, emotions flashing in her eyes.
“There’s no way two people could look this alike unless.”
Unless they were related by blood.
But her best friend had always been a mystery, coming and going like the wind.
She had no idea if she had ever left behind a child.
“Get a sample of her blood,” the woman said. “I need to confirm something.”
Bradley pointed at humelf “Mel”
Are you serious?”
The woman gave him a look of absolute certainty. “I know you can do it. Just be quick.”
Bradley groaned and rubbed his temples. “Auntie, seriously
She parted his shoulder.
“It’s not just that she looks like my best friend. There’s something about her that feels, familiar.“
“I need that blood sample. Go.”
Bradley turned toward the stage.
Gemma looked delicate, like she’d snap in a strong wind
But Cane Camis looked like he could kill him with one p
Could he really pull this off
punch.
Why did it feel like he was walking straight into his own death?
Then again
Everyone dies eventually.
If Cassius killed him, at least it’d be quick. If his aunt got to him first, that’d be a whole different kind of suffering.
Bradley sighed and took a step forward.
At that moment. Marcus was stumbling through the chaos. He accidentally bumped into Bradley
The impact jolted Marcus awake.
He reached for the wall to steady himself
For a second. he thought he was dreaming.
But when he pinched his hand–pain.
No wealth. No glory.
Just emptines
His money was gone. His reputation was in ruins.
And the one person he thought would always come back to him–Gemma–wouldn’t even spare him a glance.
He was nothing but a complete failure.
Dared, he staggered out of the venue.
Neon lights flooded the street outside, stabbing into his eyes
He lifted a hand to shoeld them
But the light was everywhere.
Like the whole world had left him behind.
A cold wind blew past
He was only wearing a thin black shirt.
The darkness swallowed him whole.
And be wasn’t sure he’d ever find his way out.
SCREFORE
A car braked hard, tires skidding across the pavement.
“Are
you out of your mind? You’re in the quddle of the road!”
Marcus didn’t even flinch..
He walked straight through the red ligh
A perfectly fine road was now a mess of honking cars and backed up traffic.
Drivers swore out their windows.
Chapter 215 Marcus II Come Clean, Will She Forgive Me?
Someone, worried he was a lunatic or a criminal, called the police.
Minutes later, traffic officers blocked his path.
-Sir, your actions are extremely dangerous. Please come with us
They pulled him into the patrol car.
Marcus didn’t resist. Didn’t say a word.
When they started questioning him, he stayed silent.
Eventually, the case was reported up the chain.
It turned out he was connected to John’s case, so he was placed under strict supervision.
And just like that–Marcus found himself spending the night in lockup
The metal benches were cold and hard, impossible to sleep on.
Not that he wanted to sleep.
His eyes widened, and a wave of sadness washed over him.
His mind kept replaying the way Gemma had stood on that stage today.
She wasn’t the same girl who had once relied on him completely.
And maybe, just maybe she had started changing long before he ever noticed.
When she was running back and forth between the hospital and home, suffering under Margaret’s cruelty…
She had already begun to grow
But he had been too much of an idiot to see it
Hadn’t lifted a damn finger to help.
Was this karmat
Would things have turned out differently if he had been honest with her from the start? LL the moment Mabel appeared, he had come clean–told her everything—would she have forgiven him?
How had he been blind
Why had he assumed all she cared about was status and wealth?
If that was true, the never would have married a blind madı.
He had always wanted to cherish her.
So why had he forgotten that promise the moment he regained his sight
The door swung open. A police officer stepped in..
“Marcin Wilson, you’re free to go.”
He had been cleared. There was no evidence linking him to John. He was introduced by Derick.
Marcus didn’t react. He just stared blankly at the officer
“Is it true?” he asked
The officer frowned. “What?”
“If you come clean early, you get a lighter sentence.”
“But what if it’s too late? Can I still be forgiven!”
