Yerick continued, “Think about it-what countries in the world, outside of globalization, are completely isolated, where the outside world cannot get any information? Such countries must be economically backward and lacking in foreign exchange, and yet they don’t have normal trade relations with the international community. How, then, do they obtain foreign exchange?”
Theodore listened to Yerick’s words and felt they made sense.
Yerick went on, “These countries are extremely isolated, economically backward, and have low productivity. They may lack creativity, but they certainly are a threat, which is why they’ve been under sanctions. To obtain foreign exchange, they have a few ways. One of those ways is to get money from some of the world’s richest individuals. They will hide these wealthy individuals in their secretive countries, keeping them safe from discovery.”
Yerick smirked.
“In such countries, even tourists who enter will go missing, let alone those truly wanting to hide there to avoid their crimes.
“Your job now is to find these countries, then check them one by one. It’s an airtight barrel, but once you find the barrel, you can always find an opening.
“I can give you a few countries to consider-Liyali, Veleso, and Talin. I once knew a few wealthy individuals who fled to these countries to avoid legal sanctions. To the outside world, they disappeared, but in reality, they lived quite comfortably. “They hold large amounts of Melrine currency, stored through special methods, with professional underground organizations handling their wealth without detection by regulatory bodies. I once investigated Sebastian thoroughly and found he had dealings with these dictatorial countries. He smuggled goods for them, especially for Veleso.”
Theodore hadn’t expected that Yerick had uncovered something that even he and Christopher hadn’t. He took a few steps closer to the bed.
“That’s indeed a good lead. So, what do you want from me?”
“I do want something.” Yerick’s voice grew weaker.
Theodore moved closer. “What is it?”
“Call me ‘brother.’ I want to feel what it’s like to have an older brother,” Yerick said softly.
Theodore looked at him suspiciously. “What kind of trick are you trying to pull now?”
“What kind of trick could I possibly pull like this? Yerick smiled weakly. “Today is the last time we’ll meet. hope that when it’s over, you can tell Rosalie that I’m sorry for everything, for bringing her so much harm. If she could forgive me…”
Yerick suddenly fell silent. At that moment, a machine started beeping loudly.
The medical staff rushed in to administer CPR, but eventually, they declared the time of death.
Theodore watched as Yerick died.
His emotions were complicated-there was neither relief nor sorrow. He simply felt that life was unpredictable.
The
art, “Behind every
pitiful man there must be his hateful
but behind his hatefulet
deeds
are his unbearable sufferings.”
Yerick’s tragic experiences had twisted his mind.
If only they could turn back time. If Yerick hadn’t hurt them and had come to the Spencer family from the beginning and asked them to take responsibility, things might have been very different. At the very least, things wouldn’t have become so bad. Unfortunately, there were no “what ifs.”
Theodore stood by the bed, staring at Yerick’s pale face, and muttered softly, “Goodbye, brother.”
After saying those words, Theodore turned and left the hospital without looking back.