After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Chapter 873

"If I could, I would never want to see you again in my life," the man's icy voice echoed through the office. The rain outside was pouring heavily, making a pitter-patter sound.

But his voice was crystal clear and cold as ice, sending shivers down one's spine.

"I... I..., back then..." The President opened his mouth to say something but was immediately interrupted by Franklin's frigid tone. "I don't want to hear about your past. This is evidence for Clare's case, and the Hipps family is innocent."

"Evidence?" The President paused and looked at the documents that Franklin had just placed on the table.

"You can tell just by looking," Franklin remained cold as ever.

The President trembled as he opened up the folder with shaking hands and flipped through each page one by one. After about five minutes, he finally closed it with a long sigh of relief. His stern gaze fell upon Franklin; it took him a while before he spoke again. "I can pardon the Hipps family but on one condition."

"What condition?" Franklin narrowed his eyes; he knew this man wouldn't agree easily.

The President silently stared at him before saying. "You come back to me."

"That's impossible!" Almost without thinking twice, Franklin rejected him outright.

The President stood up from his seat and walked towards Franklin until they were face-to-face. He didn't miss any expression on Franklin's face when he said. "Clare will be executed in ten minutes. You can consider it."

Franklin lifted an eyebrow at him sarcastically. "You're despicable!"

"It was you who abandoned me first! And now you want me back? Do you think I'm garbage or a dog? Summoned when needed and dismissed when not?"

His handsome face showed intense resentment mixed with chilling anger.

"You're the president! My mother was just another woman among many around you! It's only because she didn't have strong support from her family that... you treated us so cruelly."

"In your heart of hearts, who has left their mark? Now that you're asking me to come back - what do you really want from me?"

As Franklin accused him bitterly with each word spoken out loud, there were waves of discomfort rising in the depths of his eyes. "I... I had no other choice..."

"Choice? Are you kidding?" Franklin sneered coldly. "It isn't because I must save Clare; it's because I don't wish for good people to be wronged or justice absent."

pitiful sense of righteousness against me - Is this what being a national leader

then pale after

he finally let out a long breath and

and dialed. "Innocent release. The Department of Justice shall issue a public announcement, proclaiming to the world the pardon of the Hipps Family, restoring their titles, and lifting

him finish the call, he left without looking back or saying anything else. The President watched him go with a murmured comment. "You will come back

held a machine gun in his hand while carefully wiping it down with a clean cloth - something he did every time

Force as logistics personnel," he said softly, "I was just another rookie from a poor family. At that time we were all sent out for training exercises;

as more tears streamed down his face, "I have to execute my

it today, then let me take your place instead. When my turn comes around next time, you

out before picking up his gun again readying himself to

changed into new prisoner clothes

day would come so quickly that even

couldn't help but feel resentful but what good would

the entire cell block seemed dark except for

gone, what am

anyone uphold

which only made her headache worse. "Stop crying! What's death? Everyone dies eventually;

hate death. But when he faced this moment, he found himself calm. So calm that even he couldn't believe it. Except for one thing...

battlefield, dying in a plane crash, and even dying like the martyrs of the Hipps family who sacrificed themselves in

he would be executed so unjustly

wondered who was behind the plot against the Hipps family? Who wanted

time approached midday, no prison guard came to open

"The guards haven't come... Mr. Hipps,

no color left; his forehead still bore scars from

the time,

someone breaking

thought of this, footsteps sounded outside and then

Ronnie! Come

Clare's arm tightly, "Mr. Hipps, don't go

me to be executed; why involve Ronnie?" Clare glared coldly at the guard; it didn't matter if he died but Ronnie must live on; that child still had a long life ahead of him

guard could not help but smile at them, both respectfully saying, "Mr.

momentarily before reacting again while

woman! She banged her head against those doors!" "Yes, the whole country knows about this now- everyone from the