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    A flicker of disdain passed through Afara’s eyes.


    To him, it wasughable.


    Emerson only saw what suited him. He twisted the truth, cast me outward, and yed the victim.


    And when he mentioned his daughter—it wasn’t out of love. It was as if something he owned had been defiled.


    But how had he treated the woman who bore that child?


    “We’re cut from the same cloth,” Afara said coldly. “You murdered Brenda for a set of files. You chased her across the world. You think I’m ruthless? I could never reach your level.”


    Hearing Brenda’s name made Emerson feel like a wound being ripped open.


    Emerson crouched down suddenly, seizing Afara by the cor and yanking him off the floor.


    For the first time, his hardened expression cracked—rage bleeding through,bined with something raw and unguarded.


    “Shut up!” His voice exploded, eyes burning red.


    “I did it to protect her. You were the ones who wanted her dead, rats hiding in the dark!”


    Emerson lost control, his voice rising to a shout as he dragged the past back into the light.


    “If your people hadn’t chased her, she wouldn’t have run off with the child. You destroyed the NE Research Institute. You silenced every witness. Didn’t you do those? Answer me!”


    So, Emerson knew the truth. Afara’s eyes flickered—not with surprise, but with confirmation. Emerson had always been sharp. He wasn’t blind to the truth; he had simply rewritten it to suit himself. That way, he could live with it. Maybe even believe it.


    There was no need to pretend anymore.


    The smirk fell away from Afara’s face, reced by a cold, unwavering determination.


    “We did what we had to—for the greater good. You wouldn’t understand. You’ve always acted out of greed.”


    Emersonughed, hollow and bitter.


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    The greater good? That excuse had cost lives. It had cost Brenda.


    “Where is she?” he asked, his voice low and lethal. “Where have you taken Sadie?”


    Emerson’s bloodshot eyes bored into the room as tension suffocated the air around him.


    His fingers dug into Afara’s cor, veins bulging across his knuckles like twisted ropes ready to snap.


    The greater good?


    Such grand ns meant nothing to Emerson when it came to what truly mattered.


    Right now, only one thing consumed his thoughts: bringing his daughter home after nearly thirty long years of separation.


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