Chapter 230 “Well, if you guys still don’t want to cooperate, we might have to get our hands dirty. It should be easy enough to get away with a few murders since you guys were able to do it,” I said in a serious tone while staring at the two of them menacingly.
“Please don’t! Ms. Stovall, we’ll do anything you ask. Just leave our wives and kids out of this. They’re innocent and innocuous. The blame is all on us. If revenge is what you want, then you can take our lives instead. We’ll give you anything that you want!”
“Yes, we’ll do anything as long as you leave our families out of this.”
The two men were acting pitiful, which disgusted me. I calmed myself down before looking at Marcus and suggested, “Since they both agreed, let’s have them re-enact the scene!”
Marcus nodded and brought out the actress who was going to play a pregnant lady. She was dressed in the clothes that I wore on the day of the incident. The actress we found already had some resemblance to me in terms of looks and body figure. But after a few touches by the make-up artist, the identicality between us was surreal.
To top it off, Marcus also ordered his men to bring out the same mirror from that night.
After setting everything up, the warehouse returned to how it was during the incident two months ago. As for the stormy inclement weather on that night, we prepared additional lighting and sound effects to reproduce the same ambiance.
Since I didn’t want to cast my mind back to the incident, I only gave the actress a laconic explanation of what I went through that night. After that, I told Marcus to get some of his men to escort me home as I couldn’t care less about watching the play. The video recording of the play was what I actually wanted because I could use it as evidence.
As for the two men’s confession, I already knew who their client was, so there was no need to hear it from them. I wanted their admission because I needed testimonies that I could hand over to the police. With this, I could make sure that they were indicted for the crimes that they committed and given the fitting punishment.
However, I have to admit that people do change after going through certain experiences. We become stronger as we slowly become immune to the things that once hurt us. Those who are vulnerable will learn to steel their hearts and move on.
After arriving at my residence, I went to have a quick shower and then passed out on my bed. It had been quite a while since I had such a good night’s sleep.
It was pure hogwash that people couldn’t sleep after doing a bad deed. In fact, no bad person would ever rue the dreadful things that they had done. Rebecca and Cameron were the epitomes of such people. Even after murdering those whom they had beef with before, they were still able to sleep soundly at night. In fact, they even felt relieved that the people who got in their way were dead.
… The next day, Marcus gave me the video recording of the play enacted by the two men while we were at White Corporation. “So, what do you plan to do next?” asked Marcus.
It was pure torture for me to watch the video recording because I felt as though I was experiencing that incident all over again. I then turned to Marcus and said, “Schedule a meeting with John as soon as possible.”
“Why do you want to meet him?” asked Marcus while frowning.
I stopped the video recording and said casually, “He’s a computer expert. With his help, we can get this video recording to the eyes of Rebecca anonymously. Moreover, he would definitely go against the Moore family after learning what they did to me.”
“Scarlett, you’ve changed. It’s like you’ll deign to do just about anything to get what you want now.” Marcus frowned again, but this time it was out of revulsion.
I chuckled a bit and aligned my eyes with his before uttering, “So you’re saying that I’m just using John’s feelings for my own benefit?”
Marcus furrowed his eyebrows, seemingly rather displeased. I queried, “Marcus, didn’t you notice that I’m also using your feelings for me to get my revenge?”
Having heard what I said, he was overwhelmed with complicated emotions. He then let out a sigh and uttered, “I know you’re feeling depressed right now, but…”
“So are you still willing to help me out?” I asked before he could finish his sentence. I could be kind and forgiving, but I wasn’t a saint. If someone took away something precious from me, I would swear to do the same to them and hold a grudge in my heart until I had exacted my revenge.
After wrapping his head around my question for a while, Marcus looked at me and replied, “Whatever it is that you want to do, I’m always willing to lend you a hand. That being said, I just don’t want you to have any regrets in the future.”
Regrets?
After hearing what he said, I let out a laugh, tears welling up in my eyes, but I managed to recollect myself and said to him, “Look, I don’t think I’ll ever regret getting revenge on the Moore family. However, I think I’ll probably regret having to take advantage of both you and John someday in the future. It’s not like I have a choice though since the only people who can help me out are the two of you.”
Marcus sighed softly in response.
The meeting of John and I happened later in the afternoon at a local cafe. I hadn’t seen him in two months, and he seemed a little strained. Upon seeing my face, he looked like he was overwhelmed with guilt and sorrow.
John was rather taciturn at first. But after a while, he broke the silence between us and said, “Scarlet, that night when I received your call, I rushed over as soon as I could. But when I arrived, the only thing I saw was a burnt car outside the warehouse. I’m sorry that I took too long to get there. For the past two months, I have been blaming myself for what happened to you that night. Can you tell me what was actually going on? How did your child die?”
The painful feeling that stays in your heart and doesn’t fade away no matter how much time passes is called hatred.
It took a while before I responded in a flat tone, “I can’t explain to you as I don’t want to evoke the painful memories of that night. Every time I bring up the topic, my head just starts hurting to the point where I can’t breathe. Here, you can take a look at the video footage that was recorded by a camera found in the warehouse. The video basically covers everything that happened that night.”
I played the video recording and handed the phone over to him.
While watching the video, John became angrier by the second with a menacing expression on his face. He was gripping the phone so tightly that his blood veins were showing not just on his hand but on his forehead as well.
“Please don’t! Ms. Stovall, we’ll do anything you ask. Just leave our wives and kids out of this. They’re innocent and innocuous. The blame is all on us. If revenge is what you want, then you can take our lives instead. We’ll give you anything that you want!”
“Yes, we’ll do anything as long as you leave our families out of this.”
The two men were acting pitiful, which disgusted me. I calmed myself down before looking at Marcus and suggested, “Since they both agreed, let’s have them re-enact the scene!”
Marcus nodded and brought out the actress who was going to play a pregnant lady. She was dressed in the clothes that I wore on the day of the incident. The actress we found already had some resemblance to me in terms of looks and body figure. But after a few touches by the make-up artist, the identicality between us was surreal.
To top it off, Marcus also ordered his men to bring out the same mirror from that night.
After setting everything up, the warehouse returned to how it was during the incident two months ago. As for the stormy inclement weather on that night, we prepared additional lighting and sound effects to reproduce the same ambiance.
Since I didn’t want to cast my mind back to the incident, I only gave the actress a laconic explanation of what I went through that night. After that, I told Marcus to get some of his men to escort me home as I couldn’t care less about watching the play. The video recording of the play was what I actually wanted because I could use it as evidence.
As for the two men’s confession, I already knew who their client was, so there was no need to hear it from them. I wanted their admission because I needed testimonies that I could hand over to the police. With this, I could make sure that they were indicted for the crimes that they committed and given the fitting punishment.
However, I have to admit that people do change after going through certain experiences. We become stronger as we slowly become immune to the things that once hurt us. Those who are vulnerable will learn to steel their hearts and move on.
After arriving at my residence, I went to have a quick shower and then passed out on my bed. It had been quite a while since I had such a good night’s sleep.
It was pure hogwash that people couldn’t sleep after doing a bad deed. In fact, no bad person would ever rue the dreadful things that they had done. Rebecca and Cameron were the epitomes of such people. Even after murdering those whom they had beef with before, they were still able to sleep soundly at night. In fact, they even felt relieved that the people who got in their way were dead.
… The next day, Marcus gave me the video recording of the play enacted by the two men while we were at White Corporation. “So, what do you plan to do next?” asked Marcus.
It was pure torture for me to watch the video recording because I felt as though I was experiencing that incident all over again. I then turned to Marcus and said, “Schedule a meeting with John as soon as possible.”
“Why do you want to meet him?” asked Marcus while frowning.
I stopped the video recording and said casually, “He’s a computer expert. With his help, we can get this video recording to the eyes of Rebecca anonymously. Moreover, he would definitely go against the Moore family after learning what they did to me.”
“Scarlett, you’ve changed. It’s like you’ll deign to do just about anything to get what you want now.” Marcus frowned again, but this time it was out of revulsion.
I chuckled a bit and aligned my eyes with his before uttering, “So you’re saying that I’m just using John’s feelings for my own benefit?”
Marcus furrowed his eyebrows, seemingly rather displeased. I queried, “Marcus, didn’t you notice that I’m also using your feelings for me to get my revenge?”
Having heard what I said, he was overwhelmed with complicated emotions. He then let out a sigh and uttered, “I know you’re feeling depressed right now, but…”
“So are you still willing to help me out?” I asked before he could finish his sentence. I could be kind and forgiving, but I wasn’t a saint. If someone took away something precious from me, I would swear to do the same to them and hold a grudge in my heart until I had exacted my revenge.
After wrapping his head around my question for a while, Marcus looked at me and replied, “Whatever it is that you want to do, I’m always willing to lend you a hand. That being said, I just don’t want you to have any regrets in the future.”
Regrets?
After hearing what he said, I let out a laugh, tears welling up in my eyes, but I managed to recollect myself and said to him, “Look, I don’t think I’ll ever regret getting revenge on the Moore family. However, I think I’ll probably regret having to take advantage of both you and John someday in the future. It’s not like I have a choice though since the only people who can help me out are the two of you.”
Marcus sighed softly in response.
The meeting of John and I happened later in the afternoon at a local cafe. I hadn’t seen him in two months, and he seemed a little strained. Upon seeing my face, he looked like he was overwhelmed with guilt and sorrow.
John was rather taciturn at first. But after a while, he broke the silence between us and said, “Scarlet, that night when I received your call, I rushed over as soon as I could. But when I arrived, the only thing I saw was a burnt car outside the warehouse. I’m sorry that I took too long to get there. For the past two months, I have been blaming myself for what happened to you that night. Can you tell me what was actually going on? How did your child die?”
The painful feeling that stays in your heart and doesn’t fade away no matter how much time passes is called hatred.
It took a while before I responded in a flat tone, “I can’t explain to you as I don’t want to evoke the painful memories of that night. Every time I bring up the topic, my head just starts hurting to the point where I can’t breathe. Here, you can take a look at the video footage that was recorded by a camera found in the warehouse. The video basically covers everything that happened that night.”
I played the video recording and handed the phone over to him.
While watching the video, John became angrier by the second with a menacing expression on his face. He was gripping the phone so tightly that his blood veins were showing not just on his hand but on his forehead as well.
