Walter didn’t return to the institute, yet he kept tracing every detail about Amy, poring over her diary in his study again and again.
His assistant knocked and entered, placing the restored watch recording before him.
“Mr. Davis, are you certain you wish to hear this?”
Walter nodded without hesitation..
He needed to know every ounce of pain Amy had endured!
He pressed play. Michelle’s voice instantly filled the study.
“The exorcist said this cursed relic is pure evil. To dissolve its lingering resentment, it must be discarded in the filthi- est place on earth.”
“Madam, where would that be?
The toilet, of course!”
“Who’d dare without Mr. Davis‘ approval?”
Walter’s face drained of color, turning paper–white.
His towering frame teetered, stumbling backward to crash against the bookshelf with a dull thud. Files scattered across the floor.
“I never did this!”
“I didn’t know!
Nathan…”
The child he and Amy treasured–his ashes desecrated, flushed down a filthy drain to mingle with waste!
All done in his name.
He couldn’t fathom Amy’s despair then. She must have loathed him.
Trembling, whether unable to bear the recording’s horror or desperate to confirm its truth, he hit play again.
“Amy, d’you think Victor would still want you if he knew dozens of hobos had their way with you all night?”
“Go ahead, scream all you want. It’ll only attract more hobos. No one’s coming to save you.”
“Tomorrow I’ll bring Victor to collect you. Can’t wait to see his face–will he pity you or be disgusted?”
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Splat!
Blood gushed from Walter’s mouth without warning, splattering across scattered documents and the polished floor–a visceral crimson shock.
Darkness swallowed his vision. His powerful legs buckled, knees hitting the ground!
The assistant lunged forward in panic.
“Mr. Davis!”
Walter violently shoved the helping hand away. Bloodshot eyes fixed on the computer, blazing with agony, disbelief, and apocalyptic fury!
“Bring Michelle here!”
Dragged in by bodyguards, Michelle wore wide–eyed innocence.
“Victor, what’s wrong?
Did Amy tell you lies?
I’d never covet her place! I just want Nathan safe… just want to stand by you quietly.”
Walter watched her squirm with icy disgust. That face revolted him.
The assistant replayed the recording. Michelle’s expression froze.
Her lips parted, but no defense emerged.
“Victor, I–I did it for Nathan!
Amy hurt him! As his mother, I couldn’t bear it!”
As she spoke, the assistant cued security footage from that banquet night.
Only Amy and Nathan were home. Yet Amy never laid a finger on him.
Nathan had taken a cold shower at dawn to induce a fever, then smeared paint on himself as fake evidence that Amy had beaten him.
“Mommy, did I do good?
I did everything you taught me!”
“I even turned that dead kid’s room into a doghouse, hehehe! My puppy peed all over his picture.”
“When will Daddy kick that wicked woman out?
When will you finally become his real wife?”
“I hate her, Mommy. I always pinch her arms and stomp on her feet when no one’s looking. She’s scared of me!
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She never even dares to complain!”
The boy’s innocent voice spewed venomous words.
Walter suddenly seized Michelle’s throat, his grip tightening relentlessly.
“You raised him well.”
“Care to guess where he is now?”
Michelle struggled, refusing to believe Walter would harm his own flesh and blood.
Yet she remembered how even his birth mother hadn’t been spared his cruelty.
“Where’s Nathan?
Don’t hurt him!
It’s me! I taught him everything!
Nathan’s your son, you can’t—”
Walter snorted coldly, his expression glacial.
“Lawless Border Region.”
“Arranged special care for him there.
He’ll grow up exactly how you’d despise most.”
“Oh, and I told him you traded his life for luxury.
Right now, he’s probably eating scraps in some shack… hating your guts.”
Michelle screamed, tears flooding her face.
“Walter Davis!
He’s your own son! You heartless monster!
You’re nothing but a beast!”
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