FreeNovelAfter several days apart, the man who had once been refined, dignified, and full of confidence was now gone without a trace.
Sitting before her was Christopher, hisplexion dark and tired, his usually meticulous hair slightly messy, and his once sharp eyes filled with red bloodshot lines.
The former Chairman Iverson, once noble and poised, was now nothing more than a fallen, destitute prisoner.
But even in this state, upon hearing that Bella hade to see him, Christopher still made an excuse to visit the restroom,bing his messy hair and quickly washing his face.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe pride of being the Iverson family's young master had been thoroughly shattered in his first year in Sentania when he was still young.
From that moment on, the world no longer had Young Master Iverson, only Christopher, who climbed up over the bones of countless people, corrupted by evil and driven only by hatred.
He cleaned himself up because he was going to see Bella.
Yes, he still loved her.
But he hade to fully understand that, from the beginning, he was never worthy of her. Forcing something that was not meant to have harmed both of them.
Separated by the glass, Christopher and Bella locked eyes. He looked at her quietly, silent for a long time.
Bella noticed the bruise on his lip and the wound on his forehead. Indifferently, she asked, "Did you get beaten up?" Christopher closed his stinging eyes briefly, the corners of his pale lips curving.
"In prison, there are many strangers who hate me. I'm ruthless, cruel, and a villain among villains. I expected this oue long ago." "You're skilled at fighting. There's no reason you should be beaten." "I deserve it, don't I?" Christopher smiled weakly but was still sincere in every word he said to her.
"Bella, you may not believe this, but these days in prison have been the most peaceful tI've had in over a decade. I seemed to possess everything, but I had nightmares night after night. When I woke up in the morning, all I could think about was how to fight, how to struggle, and how to seek revenge for my mother and myself. Now, it's finally over." As he spoke, he placed the gold-rimmed glasses that had apanied him for half his et lifetime, on the table. "Actually, my shortsightedness isn't severe.
Wearing them madefeel like I was putting on a mask. Now, I don't need them anymore." Bella's eyes lowered slightly. "With your personality, you wouldn't just surrender quietly. I thought you would end your own life." "But isn't it your wish forto submit to the law and face judgment?" Christopher's dim eyes curled faintly. "I wanted to fulfill your wish." His tone was gentle and lingering as if it were still a love confession.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmBut no matter how intense the emotion, it could not erase the endless pain and resentment in Bella's heart.
"Bella, you've lost weight." Christopher gazed at her deeply, his wet eyes tracing her feature and again, greedily wanting to imprint this final image of her into his memory and take it with him to the grave. "I chere today to ask you something. What are those pills you gave Justin Bella took a deep breath, suppressing the piercing emotion inside her. "I know asking you is likely in vain because you hate Justin. I don't expect you' suddenly grow a consci Sk If you're unwilling to tell me, consider this my final goodbye to you" "I don't know." Christopher looked straight at her, more honest than he had ever been. "Bella, I really don't know. The Boss gavethe drug. I have no idea what was in it or what effects it would have." The Boss.
It was him again! Bella leaned forward, her voice hoarse with anxiety. "This 'boss' you speak of is the one behind you, the one using you to conduct human drug experiments in Savrow. Am I right?" Christopher's pupils contracted, and he nodded slowly.
"Who is The Boss? Have you met him?!" "Bella, you can hateor do whatever you like, but this is all I can tell you about the Boss." Christopher was not holding onto any hope of seeing the light of day again.
He knew too well what would happen to Bella and her family once she found out the true identity of the Boss.
The Boss was a heartless madman. His gentleness, calmness, and refined manner were all a façade.
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