Celebration Cut Short by Mark Twain 8
Chapter 8
Chapter 8
“Drop the charges.” Ophelia said. looking down at me.
“And not just that, you’ll also publicly apologize and admit you made up those lies to extort money from me.”
Seeing that I hesitated, she let out a cold sneer. “What? Not willing to accept it?”
“That grandmother of yours was better off dead anyway. Hogging a hospital bed was just wasting
resources.”
My head snapped up, my eyes burning red with rage.
“It really was you… You had someone pull her oxygen tube?”
Seeing my furious yet helpless expression, Ophelia was certain she had me in her grasp.
She let her arrogance and cruelty run wild as she sneered. “So what if it was me? I might as well tell you, I had someone pull out her oxygen tube that day. That old hag crawled on the floor, begging me to spare you. What a pathetic sight. In New York, if I want someone dead, it’s as easy as squashing an ant. That caregiver is on my team now, and I’ve destroyed all the surveillance footage. What do you have to fight me with?”
She grew more excited as she spoke.
Slowly, I lifted my lowered head. The fear and tears on my face were gone.
“Finished?” I asked, a faint smile playing on my lips.
Ophelia was stunned, her brows furrowing. “What are you laughing at?”
I pointed to the camera in the corner of the living room, then to the brooch at my collar.
“Ms. Caldwell, did I forget to tell you? I’m live-streaming right now.
“Every word you just said has been simultaneously transmitted to the backstage of the Criminal Investigation Division…
“And to a live audience of two million people across the internet.”
Ophelia spun around, her face draining of all color in an instant.
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“You set me up?!”
Just then, the door was kicked open with a loud crash.
Police officers had been waiting outside all along.
“Ophelia, this time, no one can bail you out!”
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With millions of witnesses watching the live stream and her own confession to the crime, she had nothing left to defend herself with.
That so-called “bribing the caregiver” video was just a clue I’d deliberately left to lure her in, to make her think she’d won, lower her guard, and blurt out the truth herself.
Ophelia collapsed to the floor and was dragged away.
This time, no matter how powerful the Caldwell and Pennington families were, they couldn’t silence the public’s outrage, nor could they save Ophelia.
Everything finally settled.
Ophelia was sentenced to life imprisonment.
The Caldwell family was implicated, and their company stock prices plummeted.
As relatives by marriage and accessories to her crimes, the Pennington family also fell into disgrace and was expelled from the ranks of the top three families.
Later, I bought a train ticket to the south, taking Grandma’s ashes with me, ready to leave this place of heartbreak.
But Dominic showed up at the train station and blocked my way.
In just half a month, he had grown a stubbly beard, and his whole demeanor reeked of defeat.
“Maggie…”
His
eyes were red, his voice hoarse as he tried to grab my suitcase.
“I’ve divorced Phelia. The Pennington family may have fallen, but I still have some assets left.
“Let’s start over, okay?
“I really do love you. The first time I saw you, I truly had feelings for you.
“My marriage to Ophelia was a business arrangement. I never loved her, but I had no
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“I know I made mistakes. I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to wan
“We’ll have another baby, and Ill give you the title of Mrs. Perningen i groms”
Looking at him begging me so pathetically. I felt not even a hint of bured in my heart, cry ty and disgust.
I stepped back, avoiding his touch
“Dominic, do you really think I’m not disgusted by you?””
Dominic’s expression darkened.
“The Magnolia who was naïve and obedient, the one you loved is dead. She died the moment you stood by and let Ophelia force me to take that shrin pill and when wou ailled ne a homewrecker. As for the title of Mrs. Pennington…” I pased smiling moddingt “Sweitfor Ophelia in hell.”
The boarding announcement echoed through the station.
I pulled my suitcase and walked straight into the boarding gate without looking hat
Dominic suppressed his sobs, continuing to call out to me.
But I ignored him completely.
I gently touched the urn in my arms, whispering. ‘Grandma, and my baby, let’s go. To a place without lies or betrayal.”
As for Dominic, he would spend the rest of his long, desolate life drowning in regret and rum
The end
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