Becoming Strangers Again by Lily

Chapter 89

RYAN

Things werd exactly as Tespected them to go well except for the part where she demanded for one of the boys. I can't blame her for wanting to sur, she is just hurt by the turnout of events and when she is better and calmer, I will talk to her with hopes that the will change her mind.

Palling over on my driveway, I got out of the car and handed the key to one of my securities to park the car properly. I dragged my feet into the house, wondering how today ended up like this.

The day began on a high note, with the comforting aroma of Lily's presence enveloping me as I woke up, to be greeted by her standing naked in my bedroom. It continued smoothly with quality time spent with the boys. Yet, now I find myself grappling with the urgent task of preventing Lily from facing imprisonment and the revocation of her license.

Upon entering my bedroom, I made a beeline for the bar, seizing a bottle of scotch and drinking its contents straight from

the bottle.

My gaze drifted aimlessly around the vacant living room, my mind consumed by thoughts of how to save Lily from her predicament. If Angelo manages to procure the requested video and ensures the original copy is deleted, there might be a chance to save the situation and rescue Lily

In court, if you do not have a shred of evidence, you do not have a case.

I was about to move my gaze back to the scotch bottle when my eyes caught something on the white sofa.

Getting off my stool, I walked over to the sofa and picked up a silver bracelet that I was certain belonged to Lily because I had seen her wearing it a few times. It might have snapped off her wrist when I carried her to the bedroom.

Picking it up, I pocketed it, just in time for the front door to open. Angelo walked in, looking worried and stressed out as he always looks when things aren't going our way. "What is going on?" I asked him as I took another awing from my glass returning to the bar.

"The CCTV footage has taken by another individual who then proceeded to pay a significant sum to ensure the original recording was erased, Angelo disclosed, causing me to freeze with the glass hovering near my lips. I was equally taken aback, sir," he added in a subdued tone.

Setting the glass down slowly, I regarded him with a perplexed expression. "Could you elaborate further?" I prompted.

"Somebody beat us to it, Angelo clarified. "I had a talk with the management, offering a generous payment for the video, only to discover that it had already been deleted. When I inquired about the deletion, they informed me that another party had not only paid for a copy but also requested the deletion of the original footage."

My mind raced, narrowing down the potential culprits to just two individuals: my father and Stephanie. "Did you manage to obtain a name?" I inquired..

they refused to tell me anything about it or mention names. Angelo responded, prompting a

deletion of the video coerced the management into silence

nearby tabletop, I punched in my father's number, enduring

to

"That's not why I'm calling. Did

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III

Chapter 89

at the ventral

pregnant pause before my

one to shirk responsibility, especially not with

Stephanie next, I dialed her number, only to be met with silence as she failed

dashed after me in a frantic bid to prevent me from leaving him behind. "Where are you off to?" he exclaimed, sliding into the passenger seat just as I was about to start the

focus squarely on the task at hand as I ignited the engine and

suspect she took it?" he asked, and when I didn't respond.

inadvertently caused Stephanie to fall, resulting in the loss of her unborn child and

windshield. This

don't have anything constructive to say, it's best to keep quiet," I snapped, my patience wearing thin, and to my

awaited me on Stephanie's ward. My father's security detail made no attempt to stop me, though I hadn't expected them to. Upon reaching Stephanie's room and flinging open the door, I came to a sudden halt as I took in

on me as I observed my mother's sudden presence, considering she hadn't bothered to visit when I was released from jail. Before

I felt the heat of anger coursing through me. Slowly, I turned my gaze back towards her, my hand clenching into a fist at my side. If you weren't my mother, I would have

"Don't degrade yourself

you, Ryan," she spat, her words dripping

over. She was nothing more than an embodiment of parental failure, and she knew it. A mother who prioritizes wealth and luxury over her own children doesn't deserve the title of "mother"

advancing towards me with a fiery glare, her fist clenched in anger. "A woman's

her, and I saw

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