The Richest Man in Metropolis is My Backer by Dream Searcher

Chapter 272

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I actually felt sorry for Edward.

What truly satisfied me, however, was the female judge’s deliberate reminder to Edward after delivering the final verdict. “This is the final ruling of the second trial, Mr. Kennedy. You may not file any further appeals.”

Edward immediately shot back, “I would like to file for a retrial!”

My heart sank. Had he lost his mind?

The judge dismissed him without hesitation. “Request denied. The ruling takes effect immediately. Court is adjourned.”

“I object! I’ll take this to a higher court!” Edward had really gone off the deep end. His face twisted with rage, as though he had been cursed–just like the online rumors had described.

But the judge didn’t spare him a glance. She simply gathered her files and walked out without looking back. As Ace wheeled me past the defense table, Edward suddenly turned his wheelchair and grabbed onto mine. “Taylor, we’ve been together for over six years… No, longer than that. You’ve loved me for eight years, maybe more… And now you’re saying you don’t love me anymore? Just like that?”

fury on his face vanished in an instant, replaced by reddened eyes filled with raw sorrow and desperation. I met his gaze, my voice calm and steady. “Do you know what I’ve come to realize over the past few days?” He froze, then hesitantly asked, “What?”

an awful childhood, such a miserable life, that I clung to even the smallest bit of kindness

I gave you everything I had–more than you ever gave me. But now I understand that none of it was love. You were just a shelter from the

out loud stung. My throat tightened, and for a

regret I felt. It was the realization that I had wasted

you, but you never really lost anything, did you? Ask yourself this, Edward- have you

so heartlessly on the eve of our wedding. There is no way you would have married someone else for such a

grip on my wheelchair tightened, but his hand trembled as his gaze wavered.

when I knew I had

other if neither of us truly loves the

But if it’s a mental iftness, I’m afraid not even the best doctor in the country can

voice came out as a whisper. “That’s not true…”

what he was denying. I simply left him with one final remark.

Ace pushed my wheelchair forward, and Edward’s grip slipped

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