Chapter 875 Mrs. Hoven Never Died
Emelie glanced at Beathan, noticing how drained he looked.
She didn’t have the patience to waste any more time on him. “Alright, Mr. Collins. Answer my questions, and I’ll make sure to turn you over to the authorities in a very public manner.
“Everyone will know that you were handed to the police alive, which means even the powerful people that you’ve angered wouldn’t dare harm you now. At least you’ll walk away with your life.
“But if you refuse to cooperate… I’ll let you go, sure, but I’ll immediately reveal your location. And being abroad makes it all the easier for them to finish the job.”
Beathan was still seated on the floor as he laughed bitterly. “Emelie, are you really this foolish, or do you just take me for a fool? These people have countless ways to kill me. Just because you’re good at stirring public opinion doesn’t mean you actually believe that’s going to save me.”
Emelie leaned back in her chair and said, “So, you’re choosing the second option? Fine, I respect your choice. Jodie, spread the word. Tell them a prominent lawyer has just arrived in Esnua.”
“Wait!” In the dim light, Beathan’s eyes narrowed. He still wanted to live. No matter how slim the chance was, he would take it just to survive.
He clenched his fists. “What do you want to know? Haven’t you already figured it all out?”
Emelie lowered her crossed legs and leaned forward, her arms resting on her knees as her gaze locked onto his.” How did my mother die? Who ordered that ‘thief’ to steal the battery from her artificial heart?”
Beathan froze for a second before muttering under his breath, “So, this is what you wanted to ask.”
Emelie’s expression remained cold. “I’ve asked Charles. I’ve asked Samuel. I’ve asked William. And now I’m asking you.”
“This is what you want to know…” Beathan mumbled to himself, his lips curling into a strange grin. “It was William, of course.”
Emelie had repeatedly sought confirmation, asking different people the same question, but the answer had always been the same. “Charles and Samuel both said it was William. William himself admitted it.”
Beathan’s smile twisted further. “Because it was.”
Beathan could see the rage in her gaze. Whether it was directed at him or at William, he wasn’t sure. It was probably directed at William.
People only hated when they cared.
Beathan was nothing to her. He was just a defeated adversary that she had easily outmaneuvered. Her casual indifference earlier made it clear she didn’t care about him and didn’t want to waste energy on him.
Her hatred was reserved for William, who had killed her mother.
Beathan had noticed Emelie’s cold and relentless pursuit of vengeance against William. She treated him like an enemy, showing no mercy. William had feelings for her, so Emelie knew exactly how to hurt him by shattering his heart.
Ah, the heart.
Beathan’s lips twitched faintly. Like a snake ready to strike, even on the verge of death, he was eager to inject one final dose of venom. If he could take someone down with him, why not?
He suddenly found himself wondering, what would Emelie do if she learned she had been exacting her revenge on the wrong person all this time? Would it break her?
Jodie tensed, watching Beathan closely in case he tried to attack Emelie. The moment he moved, she was ready to knock him back down.
Emelie raised her hand, stopping Jodie. She fixed her gaze on Beathan. “You tell me. Why?”
“Because…” Beathan was unsteady but standing, he tugged at his clothes and lifted his chin. “He wanted to save her. By faking her death, he made sure that she would live again.”
Emelie’s eyes narrowed dangerously. “What are you talking about? What do you mean, ‘live again’?”
A wicked smile spread across Beathan’s face. “I mean that Mrs. Hoven… never really died.”