Chapter 391

“If you’re set on ignoring the reality, there’s not much else I can do. But today, I’ve got you here to let you know I’m done helping you badmouth Dahlia to Mr.
Jenkins.”
Wesley said, bowing deeply to Dahlia, who was lying in the hospital bed. “Dahlia, Mr. Jenkins, I’m truly sorry.”
As he spoke, he suddenly crouched down, his head bowed, tears streaming down his face.
“I’m really sorry. Seven years ago, when Dahlia was drunk, I fell head over heels for her and lost control, hurting her.”
“And now, because of unrequited love, I’ve been led astray by Evelyn to smear Dahlia, nearly pushing her to the edge.”
“I’m not a good person. I owe Dahlia an apology. I’m so, so sorry.”
“Don’t call me Dahlia. You don’t deserve to.”
Dahlia was already in tears, collapsing into Charles’s arms, sobbing her heart out. “Evelyn, what will it take for you to let me be?”
“Do you really need to see me totally destroyed before you’re satisfied?”
Evelyn watched the drama unfold in the hospital room, her voice icy, “Yes, Dahlia, karma’s a thing, and no one avoids it forever. Don’t get too smug; just because it hasn’t caught up with you yet doesn’t mean it won’t.”
She had lost again.
She had underestimated Wesley’s feelings for Dahlia.
She never thought that even when Dahlia was about to destroy him, he’d soften after her suicide attempt and choose to stand by her.
Without evidence from Wesley, Charles believed Dahlia.
Once more, she was back to square one.
It hurt like hell, but Evelyn refused to let herself fall apart.
Right now, getting evidence from Wesley seemed impossible.
But as long as he had it, there was still a chance to get it from him.
Evelyn straightened her back and left the room.
…
“Charles…”
Dahlia broke down, clinging to Charles.
Her eyes revealed a flicker of triumph.
Wesley hadn’t just failed to show any evidence to Charles today; he’d turned against Evelyn.
Charles now knew that Evelyn would
go to
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Evelyn’s revenge was just a pipe dream.
Just when Dahlia thought she had it all figured out, Charles suddenly shoved her
away.
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stern look, he walked
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Wesley collapsed to the floor.
Charles pressed his foot down on Wesley’s ribs forcefully.
The ribs cracked under the pressure.
Wesley’s face turned ghostly pale in an instant.
“Aah!”
He let out a sharp scream.
him
Outside, Evelyn heard Wesley’s cries of pain but didn’t stop walking.
He had admitted to framing Dahlia, driving her to a suicide attempt.
Charles cherished Dahlia like a rare gem and wouldn’t let this slide. Evelyn walked away steadily.
In the room, amid Wesley’s screams, Charles didn’t let up.
Instead, he pressed down harder.
Grinding his broken ribs with his toe
Wesley’s
face twisted in agony
body shaking uncontrollably
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Looking down at Wesley’s contorted face, Charles coldly asked, “Do you have any evidence or not?”
Hearing this, Dahlia, who thought everything was in her favor, suddenly froze.
She bit down on her lip, watching Charles’s back.
What did Charles mean?
Even after Wesley’s confession, why was he still asking for evidence?
Did this mean Charles didn’t trust her?