Chapter 657

Chapter 657:
He was leaning against the stairwell column, waiting for Candice’s arrival when he saw—
What happened between Candice and Milton at the courthouse?
Observing Milton accompanying Candice, Greyson had purposely concealed himself behind a column.
From there, he overheard that Candice had left some items by her bedside, brought to her by Milton. This implied they had spent the previous night together.
He had even caught sight of their affectionate embrace.
The sight left him feeling quite despondent.
With a furrowed brow, Candice retorted, “No, it’s purely precautionary. Greyson, I’m under no obligation to justify myself to you.”
“Have the two of you made up? Did you find it in your heart to forgive him?” Greyson asked.
Before Candice could reply, he gripped her arms firmly and demanded, “If you could forgive him, why can’t you forgive me? I was merely blinded and didn’t cause you any real harm.”
Candice felt a surge of discomfort in her head. She glanced around and replied, “No, I didn’t. Greyson, this is not the right place for such a discussion.”
“And when would be the right time?” Greyson, fueled by frustration, abruptly pushed her against the courthouse door. “You avoid seeing me, ignore my calls, and leave my messages unanswered. How am I supposed to communicate with you? Answer me! If you can forgive him, why can’t you forgive me?”
Candice found herself pinned between Greyson and the wall, immobilized. She massaged her throbbing temples.
She couldn’t bring herself to forgive Milton. Despite realizing that Erica was innocent, Milton’s rejection of their child and his request for her to have an abortion over the phone was unforgivable to her.
Not to mention, there was Sigrid.
Abruptly, she lifted her head and regarded him with utmost seriousness. “Greyson, I forgive you.”
Surprise flickered in Greyson’s eyes, accompanied by a spark of excitement that brightened his handsome features.
Suddenly, he found himself plunged into a deeper abyss.
“I’ve stopped caring, you know. And I don’t harbor any resentment towards you either,” Candice said, forcefully distancing herself from him. “Greyson, I appreciate your help uncovering the truth about the case. Now, it’s my turn to enter the courtroom! I need you to step aside!”
His face, clouded with disillusionment, watched her march into the court. He rested his forehead in his hands, feeling utterly helpless.
She had forgiven him.
But only because she had stopped caring—her feelings for him were neutral, as if he had been completely erased from her heart. To her, he was replaceable.
She preferred to rely on other evidence rather than seek his assistance. Wasn’t that the clearest sign? She no longer needed him.
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