Chapter 445

Chapter 445:
“Sure, I hope you remember what you said today,” Candice replied casually. As she turned to leave, she added, “And please put my mother’s name first.”
He quickly grabbed her arm, speaking urgently, “Don’t go. Let me finish.”
“I have nothing more to say.”
Greyson pressed on, “But I do. The Blake Group was framed years ago. I’ve found crucial evidence. Let’s sit down and talk. I’ll explain everything, and we can plan how to revive the Blake Group.”
Candice already knew about the evidence; Greyson had messaged her about it before the birthday party. He had also sent photos of drafts from his study on the formulas—he must have made a medical breakthrough. At the time, she had agreed to talk with him, but now she didn’t want to.
“You can submit the evidence when I sue the relevant parties. I haven’t fully recovered yet. I want to rest.”
“I know. Let me take care of you, okay? Grandpa’s words were a bit much. Don’t be angry. I’ll talk to him. Candice, everyone wants us to remarry. You…”
Candice brushed his hand away and interrupted, “I’ve seen what I came to see and said what I wanted to say. I’m not angry. I’m not refusing to remarry you out of spite. I mean every word I said. Sorry, I must go.”
“Candice, Rachel got what she deserved. Can’t you see I made that happen for you? I just want a chance to be with you again,” Greyson said with a frown, upset by Candice’s firm stance.
He was determined not to give up, especially after discovering that she was the one who had saved him.
Candice turned and looked defiantly into Greyson’s dark eyes. “Greyson, were you really doing this for me? Or was it all for the Harman family?”
Greyson met her gaze without guilt and replied earnestly, “I did it for you. Otherwise, why would I have purposely bailed Rachel out? If it weren’t for you, I would have left her in detention, like Madilyn. Although Rachel will receive three hundred million in alimony, I guarantee she won’t manage it well. In the future, she’ll only be down and out. That’s what she deserves.”
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Candice narrowed her eyes slightly. It seemed Greyson was truly ruthless toward Rachel, and he still had more plans up his sleeve. But what did it have to do with her?
Not easily fooled, she replied coolly, “Yes, Rachel will get what she deserves, and Madilyn will continue being detained. But none of that makes up for the past. What’s done is done. You can’t change the past.”
“No, it can be changed. As long as you come back to me,” Greyson insisted.
Suddenly, he reached out and held her tightly, murmuring, “Let’s go back to the past and forget everything unpleasant. I will give you everything you want.”
Candice had never experienced the comforting embrace of Greyson before. There was a faint scent of medicine emanating from his body, likely from his prolonged exposure in the hospital.
His touch felt warm and reassuring, something she had longed for during the lowest point of her life. Yet, despite being in his arms, she couldn’t feel any warmth.
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