Chapter 1119



Kane’s temper flared even more. His voice rose as he shot back, “Even if my mother’s cancer wasn’t caused by them, they made her condition worsen!” His fingers curled into fists at his sides, his body trembling with rage.

He had seen a photograph once. A single, damning image that had seared itself into his mind. It had been of his mother and Norma, seated in a café. In the picture, Norma wore a condescending expression, looking down at his mother with an air of superiority. Meanwhile, his mother’s face was flushed with distress, her frail hands clutching at her chest as though trying to suppress the agony rising within her. It was after that meeting—after that confrontation—that his mother’s illness had spiraled out of control.

Later, he overheard his mother’s conversation and discovered that Norma had actually told his mother to leave Harold quickly during that meeting. Norma had said to his mother that with her current frail, aging appearance, she was no longer fit for Harold and should quickly give up being his wife.

The moment Norma had finished speaking, Kane’s mother had coughed up blood and collapsed on the spot. Kane had wanted nothing more than to end Norma’s life at that time! Now, they wanted him to believe Norma had nothing to do with his mother’s death? He wouldn’t believe it!

And his father? He was just as guilty! He had witnessed it with his own eyes—his father secretly meeting with his mother’s attending physician. His father had slipped the doctor a card. They were all complicit! Every last one of them had played a role in his mother’s demise. None of them would escape retribution.

Kane had sworn to himself—anyone who had a hand in his mother’s suffering would pay dearly! As these thoughts consumed him, Kane’s expression darkened, his fists clenched so tightly that his nails dug into his palms.

“Enough!” Harold’s voice sliced through the silence. “You’ve already made up your mind about what happened. No matter what I say, you won’t believe me. You’ll just dismiss it all as excuses.”

S🅔𝓮 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉𝓮𝓇𝓈 𝓲𝓷 g𝓪𝗅𝗇ovє𝗅𝓈.con Harold’s tone carried a deep sense of resignation. But to Kane, it sounded nothing but hypocritical.

Harold’s gaze was serious as he warned, “I’ll say this one last time—stay away from Lucas! You know full well what he’s capable of. If he decides to take action against you, there will be no stopping him. I’m not as young as I used to be. I don’t have the strength to solve your problems for you anymore.”

Kane let out a derisive chuckle, his eyes filled with scorn. “When did you ever solve my problems for me? Even back then, you just stood by and watched me go head-to-head with Lucas. And now you have the audacity to say something like that? That’s absurd.”

Harold remained unshaken, his voice devoid of emotion. “If I hadn’t been helping you, do you really think Lucas wouldn’t have discovered your connection to Verena?”

Kane’s smirk vanished instantly. His head snapped up, eyes locking onto Harold with a mixture of shock and disbelief.

His lips parted as if to speak, but no words came out.

He had been certain that he had covered his tracks flawlessly. He had taken every precaution—changing locations frequently, using intermediaries to communicate, ensuring that there were no direct ties between him and Verena. Yet Harold had found out about his tie with Verena. How?

Harold’s sharp expression held no room for doubt, and at that moment, realization crashed over Kane like a tidal wave.

All this time, he had been so focused on his vendetta against Lucas. After all, Lucas was Norma’s pride and joy. Destroying him would be the ultimate revenge—watching Norma crumble in agony. But in fixating on Lucas, he had overlooked Harold.

How could he have overlooked him? Harold was the man who had built the Triumph Consortium from nothing, transforming it into a financial empire. He had forgotten how capable Harold was.

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