The Billionaire Who Saved Me

“How’s Nana’s accident case coming along?”

Carolus answered Garrett’s morning call with some unexpected news. “So far, the most likely possibility is that the driver will only be charged with negligent driving, sir,” Carolus replied. “We haven’t found any concrete evidence of a relationship between Mrs. Farrah and the driver.”

Garrett winced and stared at Carolus in pain. “Not even a little?”

Carolus shook his head. “I apologize, sir.”

Garrett closed his eyes. He had not expected much from the beginning. After all, if Farrah could get away with it, didn’t that prove she was clean? She could not have had a direct relationship with the driver.

Of course not. She must have had an intermediary.

There was a moment of silence. Garrett took a deep breath and reminded himself to stay calm. Acting hastily would only complicate the situation. He had to take a broader view of the situation. Try to find every possible loophole.

“Have you checked out the driver’s family?”

“Not yet, sir,” Carolus replied. “Should I do that?”

Garrett did not know if this approach would work or not. But there was no harm in trying. And so, he tried to put his humanity aside.

Because Garrett did not just want Farrah to be responsible for the death of his grandfather and father. Also, for Daphne’s death. He was firm in his decision.

“Investigate the driver’s family. Find out everything about them. Make sure nothing is overlooked.”

There was emphasis in every word Garrett said. As well as in his look at Carolus. As if he wanted to convince Carolus of the order he was about to give.

Garrett’s fingers clenched. With a breath that seemed hurried, his face grew harder with each passing moment.

“His wife, his children, even his parents. Gather information on all of them. Make sure you don’t overlook checking where his children go to school, college, or work.”

Carolus’ eyes widened. Garrett’s words stunned him. A thought crossed his mind as he met Garrett’s sharp gaze.

“Whatever it takes, we have to do it.”

Carolus understood. For perhaps what the humans had said was true. To fight the poison, you needed the same poison. And maybe Garrett, by disregarding his humanity, was forced to take a similar path.

But Carolus was not surprised. Nor did he object. Instead, he straightened his back and smiled with admiration in his eyes.

“Very well, sir. I’ll do it.”

And Garrett fell silent, alone, after Carolus had left a few moments ago. He pondered the turmoil inside him. Caught between two decisions. To accept Daphne’s death as a mere accident or to justify various means to expose Farrah’s involvement there.

In the end, Garrett did not care if he had to intimidate the driver’s family. Making sure her family could not live in peace. Whatever it took. Garrett would do anything.

“Forgive me, Nana.”

Garrett found himself trapped in the ego of a child and grandchild who could not accept everything that had happened to his parents. He cursed and blamed himself. Maybe none of it would have happened if he had not been there.

But there was one thing Garrett did not know. As Carolus left Garrett’s office, the middle-aged man walked with firm steps on both feet. Carolus felt a sense of relief in his chest.

For at that moment, Carolus seemed to see Daphne’s gaze in Garrett’s eyes. The look of an old woman who always radiated determination for everything she wanted. Resilient and fearless. No matter how fragile she was, she would still stand tall.

To others, Daphne might always be remembered as a tough and unfeeling person. But to Carolus, it was quite the opposite. Daphne was the epitome of undeniable strength. And he knew that it was because of her unwavering determination that everything had held together until this moment.

Carolus knew that Garrett had to be in a dilemma. He knew the man’s character well. Raised with love and compassion by Norah, he was a gentle man.Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

Of course, Carolus would not blame Norah’s upbringing. After all, Garrett’s compassionate character was shaped by it.

However, Carolus certainly realized that gentleness would never be a shield for his current position. He worried about Garrett’s ability to cope without Daphne. Eventually, Carolus was able to breathe a little easier. He realized that slowly but surely reality would hit Garrett in the face. That in order to survive, Garrett would have to put aside his compassion.

Carolus’ feet stopped. He stared out the window. At the blue sky, knowing for sure that the late Daphne had always enjoyed this view.

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