Chapter 586
Irvin had never felt any real attachment to Agatha. He knew exactly how biased she was, so her wildly one–sided words didn’t make him feel hurt or upset at all.
He just smiled and said, “Sorry, Mrs. Hardwell. Back then, I was in bad shape and didn’t want to live. You wanted my life, so I offered it. But I’ve changed my mind now and want to live. So, no,m not giving you my life,”
Agatha nearly lost her mind hearing that. “You ungrateful bastard! How dare you!”
She’d believed all that sweet talk he’d said back then, so much so that she’d actually been moved. She’d even started to question whether she was too cruel for wanting her own son dead.
Now it was clear that she hadn’t been too cruel. Instead, she’d been too soft.
If only she’d just killed Irvin from the start , none of this would be happening. He wouldn’t be standing here now, mocking her and playing her for a fool.
“Since you call me a bastard, isn’t it totally normal for me to act like this?” Irvin asked with a shrug.
He honestly didn’t understand why Agatha was so worked up. She’d always believed he was born bad, capable of anything. So wasn’t this exactly in line with that?
Agatha had been ready to launch into a full–blown tirade, but after hearing what he said, she suddenly had nothing to say at all.
He was right. He was a bastard. It was nothing strange for someone like him to go back on his word.
He’d never intended to die in Timothy’s place. That had all been a performance.
Why did she still have expectations, knowing full well what he was?
Why had she ever believed he’d keep his word? That he’d just roll over and die for Timothy?
As Agatha stood there speechless, Officer Lawson stepped forward and cuffed Timothy.
Timothy didn’t resist at all. He simply stared at Irvin, who met his gaze with a gloomy expression.
Irvin knew exactly what Timothy was thinking. Timothy was going along quietly because he believed he’d still have a shot to escape, but Irvin wasn’t going to let him get that chance. He would personally make sure Timothy ended up on death row.
Agatha saw the officers starting to take Timothy away and snapped, lunging forward like a madwoman to stop them.
But before she could get close, Magnus, who had finally pulled himself together, ordered the bodyguards behind him to restrain her. No matter how hard she struggled, she couldn’t break free.
She could only stand there, helplessly watching Timothy—the son she’d fought so hard to bring back–being taken away again.
She cried like her heart was being ripped out, and every word she shouted was soaked in pain and rage, especially when she cursed Magnus. She couldn’t understand how he could be so cold–hearted.
Hardwell Group was going to end up in Timothy’s hands sooner or later anyway. She had just helped hin early. And yet, Magnus had been heartless enough to want Timothy dead.
That was his biological son.
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In contrast to Agatha’s breakdown, Grace stood silent, like she’d been turned to stone. After Timothy was taken away, her face went even paler, like all the blood had drained out of her body in an instant. It looked like she could collapse at any moment and never get back up.
The moment she met Irvin’s eyes, her face went sheet white. After nearly two years of dealing with him, she knew him well enough.
He didn’t need to say anything, as his eyes said it all. The look he gave her made it painfully clear that he had no intention of
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