Ralph Thompson, the seventh son of the Thompson family, aspired to be a crime-fighting police officer
since childhood. Now, he had fulfilled his dream and had become the captain of the first Criminal
Investigation Division in Savrow.
âYeah, yeah! Beat him to death! Give it to him until he canât take it anymore!â Ralphâs words also stirred
Axelâs emotions. âCanât you detectives use some unique methods during
interrogation?â
âWe prosecutors donât have that authority. Donât waste this chance!â Axel said, slamming his fist on the
car window.
Asher, on the side, listened with a wry smile.
Wyatt Thompsonâs daughters were refined and elegant, like princesses. However, his sons were
aggressive and often resorted to brute force. Even more so than him, who had once been on the
streets.
The three brothers, working together, left those targeted with only two paths â a dead end or no way
out!
Justin rushed to the hospital to accompany his grandfather. Worried about Justin, Ryan insisted on
following him as well. The sports car skidded to a stop at the hospital entrance. Without any hesitation,
Justin left the car and sprinted into the hospital.
Justinâs grandfather was his only concern and attachment to the Salvador family. His grandfather was
the one who truly treated him as a beloved grandson, showering him with genuine care and affection.
âGrandpa, Grandpaâ¦â
Justin ran like the wind, his hoarse voice murmuring repeatedly.
The moment he burst into the corridor, he saw Bella sitting on a bench, cradling a sleeping Carrie in her
arms. The scene was serene, like a delicately painted oil painting capturing the tranquility of a peaceful
life.
With her long lashes, Bella gently caressed the girl in her arms. Her features were serene and
peaceful, emitting a radiant and holy light, though her petite figure seemed to harbor an unstoppable
and powerful force. Whenever someone needed her, she descended upon them like a redeeming
angel.
Suddenly, a sense of guilt and bitterness surged through Justinâs nose. Fortunately, she was thereâ¦
Hearing footsteps, Bella lifted her head and locked eyes with Justin, their gazes meeting like rivers
converging. In that brief moment of confusion, a trace of long-lost warmth flickered in her bright eyes,
causing a throbbing in the manâs chest.
Unfortunately, it was fleeting. Bellaâs gaze toward him again turned indifferent, cold, and ruthless.
âMs. Goldâs birthday banquet is over, I suppose? Is it right for Mr. Salvador to leave that mess
behind and rush over? She refrained from using foul language, but Justin felt as if he had been stripped
naked, publicly humiliated, and subjected to an execution on the spot.
He walked toward her step by step, his eyes filled with remorse.
Bella lowered her eyes, wishing all her senses could shut down. âGrandpa has gone to sleep, and
Uncle Matt is looking after him. You should wait outside for now and let the old man rest.â
âBella⦠Iâm sorry,â Justin struggled with his emotions, his voice hoarse.
âSorry? Are you apologizing to me?â Bellaâs lips curled into a cold and mocking smile. âJustin, the one
you should be apologizing to is Grandpa lying inside, just barely escaping the gates of hell. Why would
you owe me an apology? I have nothing to do with you. Grandpa, at least, cared for you once. I hope
you can spare some time to be with him. I happened to be here this time, but what about next time?
Grandpa wonât always be lucky, and the Grim Reaper wonât show mercy each time.â
As she spoke, a faint pain gripped her heart. She took a deep breath, her eyes turning red. âI just hate
it. I hate that heâs not my biological grandfather. I hate that I canât be with him all the time. I wish I could
sew a small pocket on my body and put Grandpa in it so I can take care of him every moment.
})
âBellaâ¦â Justinâs throat tightened, bitterness filling his lungs and rendering him speechless. His
apologies seemed worthless in Bellaâs eyes. They had lost any significance.
âJustin!â At this moment, Ryan hurriedly walked in. He glanced at Bella with a confused expression
before turning to Justin and saying in a deep voice, âCome out. I need to talk to you.â