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Connor tugged Faye down to sit beside him and quickly pulled out his phone. “Let me look it up on the internet.”
After a moment of scrolling, he murmured, “This drug is used for insoria and epilepsy… But long–term use–especially in kids–can seriously affect brain development and intelligence. His voice grew even quieter.
If Nancy was truly giving this to Jasper….
Was she trying to make him dull–witted?
At the restaurant.
Kelly arrived to meet Darren and Michael’s parents.
The moment she stepped into the private room, Michael’s parents immediately tried to bow before her. Startled, she rushed forward, gently supporting them before they could lower themselves.
More than two years had passed … and time had clearly taken its toll on them.
Since returning to Seaville, Kelly had deliberately avoided meeting them, fearing that facing them would break the fragile hold she had on her grief.
They had lost their only son. Just as they had said back then–no amount of money or compensation could bring him back. What was the point of it all?
“Raymond, Nydia … why are you doing this?” Kelly’s voice wavered, thick with emotion.
“Lucas is dead… Kelly, we know everything–you don’t owe anyone anything,” Nydia sobbed, pulling Kelly into a tight embrace.
Her heart ached for Kelly, for everything she had endured over the past two years. She regretted that Kelly had put herself in danger, returning to the war–torn lands of Oasisvale.
She regretted that Kelly had barely made it back alive, that she had risked everything.
Kelly’s body trembled as she fought back tears, but they spilled over anyway. “I just want justice for Michael…”
She needed justice for Michael–and closure for herself.
Raymond stood quietly to the side, discreetly wiping his tears, while Darren averted his gaze, unable to bear the sight.
This tragedy should never have happened.
Michael had dedicated his life to his country; if he had to die, it should have been on his battlefield–not
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“Kelly…” Nydia had so much to say, but in the end, all that remained was a sorrowful sob.
“Yeah,” Kelly whispered, her voice trembling with emotion.
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“You were the price for Michael’s life… We’ve always seen you as our daughter. You can’t risk yourself like that again.” Nydia wept, holding Kelly tightly.
Kelly nodded fervently. “I won’t…”
It was almost over.
With Lucas gone and the Lynches next in line, everything would finally reach its conclusion.
Everything would be fine.
“Kelly, we received this letter two years ago. Michael wrote it by hand while he was in Solmaris and entrusted a local boy he had rescued to deliver it. The region was in constant unrest, and the letter passed through many hands before it finally reached someone conducting business in Solmaris. That person recognized the address and sent it back to me,” Nydia explained, carefully placing the letter in Kelly’s hands.
Kelly’s fingers trembled as she held it, icy to the touch. Tears rolled down her cheeks.
Inside, Michael had written, “Dad, Mom, I have failed you as a son and may never make it home. The medical team has been taken hostage by local militants, and my fellow disciples and I are all trapped…
He closed the letter with, “Dad, Mom, the situation is critical, and I have no choice but to act. As a man, as a son of Drakonia, my blood forbids me from standing idly by while my people suffer humiliation.
“I’m sorry.”
His handwriting, scribbled in medical shorthand, revealed the urgency with which he had penned the message. It was clear he had written it in haste, pressing the letter into the hands of the young man he had saved before hurrying off to meet his fate.
Kelly would remember it for the rest of her life.
That day, when she had been taken and lost all hope, ready to embrace the end, Michael had stormed in- grabbing her hand and pulling her away.
His voice still echoed in her mind. Kelly, go back alive.
The gunshot that followed stole her words for five years.
No matter how much time passed, she couldn’t break free from the weight of Michael’s death, nor could she ever forgive herself.
“Kelly, Michael never wrote in his letter that he saved you because he loved you. That day, no matter who was in danger, he would have done the same–he would have given his life for them. So please… stop blaming yourself.”
Darren had asked Kelly to read the letter, hoping it would finally help her let go of the grief that had weighed on her for so long.
Everyone knew that Michael had feelings for Kelly–it was an open secret.
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Even if it had been someone else in danger, Michael wouldn’t have hesitated. He would have charged in all the same.
Because he had already made peace with the possibility of never making it out alive.
His courage wasn’t just personal–it was a profound, selfless love, a deep sense of responsibility.
Kelly clutched the letter, her tears falling freely.
Michael, the bright and righteous man, the medical prodigy the nation had spent 5 years cultivating-
Yet, he hadn’t fallen in a foreign war. He had been betrayed and slain by his people on a battlefield that was never meant to be his.
All of it–Michael’s sacrifice, his tragic end–had been for someone else’s gain.
The Lynches‘ greed and their ruthless schemes had led to this.
“Lucas is gone… Next, it’s the Lynches‘ turn.” Kelly’s voice was steady, her fists tightening as she met the gazes of Darren and Michael’s parents.
The once dull and lifeless eyes of Michael’s parents suddenly gleamed with newfound hope.
That was the only reason the elderly couple kept going after losing their son–to honor his courage, stand tall against injustice, and rid society of its vermin.
“Kelly, I heard that Clarissa has been released on bail,” Darren murmured.
Kelly’s expression turned grim as she locked eyes with Darren.
Released on bail?
“Prison isn’t where she belongs. Her fate is the death penalty,” Kelly stated, her tone unwavering despite the tremor in her voice.
Clarissa, whatever you’re scheming–bring it on.
Kelly wasn’t backing down. She’d see this through to the very end.
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