Unveiled: The Survivor's Triumph

Chapter 218 Good Begets Good, Evil Begets Evil

At that moment, I wasn't thinking about anything else. Fueled by a wave of hatred, I acted without a second thought.

The car window rolled down slowly, and Victor glanced out, looking totally uninterested.

"Need a ride?" he asked, his voice dripping with indifference. "Sorry, I'm heading somewhere else, not your way." His gaze was as arrogant and dismissive as ever.

He was the murderer, no doubt about it. How could he still act so smug in front of me?

Maybe he thought with Benjamin gone, the truth would stay buried forever.

I clenched my teeth, my eyes practically shooting daggers at him.

"Good deeds get rewarded, and bad deeds get punished. It's not that there's no payback, just that it hasn't come yet."

Victor's face tightened, a flicker of surprise and panic flashing in his eyes.

The next second, I was pulled into a tight embrace. Ethan held me close, like he was trying to comfort me and plead with me at the same time.

I glared at Victor, feeling the urge to strangle him.

But then I thought of Martin, and I forced myself to swallow my rage. My grip on the car door handle slowly loosened, and finally, I let go.

The window rolled up, and the car sped away, disappearing from sight.

Ethan held me, his hand gently rubbing my back.

His breathing was heavy. I knew he was anxious and nervous. Maybe he wasn't scared of my recklessness, but he probably thought it wasn't the right time.

Lacey flew abroad the day after Benjamin's funeral. Before she left, she just said, "This time, I really have no more ties."

After coming back from Benjamin's memorial, I forced myself to calm down.

The next day, I went back to the office.

I talked to the lawyer handling our company's legal stuff, pretending I was asking for a friend. I told him the whole story, mainly to see if we could still press charges after seventeen years, and if there was a statute of limitations. The lawyer said a diary alone wasn't enough evidence.

His words hit me hard, like a mountain blocking my way. Bringing the murderer to justice seemed like an impossible task.

In the days that followed, I tracked down some workers who had been at the quarry back then. But when I asked about the incident, they all claimed they didn't know anything.

they really didn't know, or maybe they had heard something but were too scared to talk, afraid of getting into trouble. I couldn't get any useful info

helpless,

dad had his car accident. The kapok tree was still there. The flowering season was over, and now the branches were full of kapok fruits, many of which had split open, with the fluff drifting

back and forth a few times, noticing it was a long slope, with a warning sign

Multiple traffic accidents have occurred

I remembered that snowy night that turned my world upside down. I remembered my father's cold body, his face covered

ache again, and all my hatred surged

Silent Grove Village, the old quarry

now desolate Silent Grove Village, I slowly closed my eyes, picturing what it looked like years

dog standing next to Silent Grove Village. He must have

my footsteps and

father's grave had been rebuilt, with a bouquet of

happened back

moment, then turned to look at Uncle Sam's tombstone, a smirk forming on one side of

Did you discover something?" he was smiling, but I couldn't tell if he was mocking my foolishness

stared at the tombstone for a while, then suddenly

Uncle Sam's accident happen on the same day as

one. "And it was also the same day

know about the details?" I grabbed

exhaled a puff of smoke and glanced at my hand gripping

but I was numb from losing both my parents in quick succession. Death no longer surprised me. Two bodies were carried out of my house in one funeral. My grandmother's hair turned half white overnight. My family was falling apart. How could I care about anything

years had passed, and although Faris spoke calmly, it wasn't

my uncle took me to another city to study, and then I worked hard to build my career. With hatred in my heart,

just walking out of Broadway Alley with a backpack. Despite the upheaval in your life, it seemed someone was helping you, and you could still sit in your old classroom. Although you had your burdens, you were still a girl, different from me. We both lost our closest family, but the burdens we carried were different. At that time,

the weight of hatred, but I didn't realize

know how your dad happened to have that car accident on that particular day, but my intuition tells me it has something

my lip and

to do with them. They caused all of

later, I suddenly received news that

taken Martin to

at Martin's ward, his eyes were open,

the hospital director and several doctors

of the older doctors knew him well. It was only natural for them to

around at his circle of descendants, his cloudy eyes glistening with

thought that although he had come to terms with life and death, at this moment, he still had attachments

and he managed to show a faint, contented smile. Martin passed away with a smile, peacefully,

calm, but their eyes were

he feel pain too? Only those with a heart could feel