Chapter 1383:


    Her tone sharpened, each word striking like a de. “But instead, you chose this?”


    She looked at Jarrod, a young man swallowed by hatred, and for the first time, her voice carried disappointment rather than anger. “Do you realize that no matter what excuse you cling to, what you did today is a crime? And you’ll be the one going to prison for it?”


    Maia stepped forward, eyes locking onto his. “Jarrod… is this really how you n to throw away your life?”


    Jarrod’s mouth twitched, his face flushing with shame. His reopened wound throbbed violently, burning like salt pressed into raw flesh.


    “I didn’t think about that at all!” he shouted, cracking under the weight of his own impulsiveness.


    “You’re always so disappointing.” Maia let out a soft sigh and shook her head.


    She owed the Morgan family nothing. She had paid her debts—more than paid them. When Richard and Sandra’s ident happened, she had gone to the hospital herself, covered the bills, and even left an advance payment.


    Maia knew she had done everything she could for the Morgan family.


    Her words now weren’t to persuade Jarrod, nor out of lingering affection—they came from a simple unwillingness to watch another young life spiral into ruin.


    Jarrod suddenly let out a brokenugh. “Disappointing?” He lowered his head, then snapped it back up. His bloodshot eyes sparkled with pain, desperation, and madness—like ss fractured under too much pressure.


    “I have no future!” he roared. “Do you even know what the Morgan family is now?”


    His shoulders shook violently. “I have nothing left!”


    Before Maia could speak again, a voice from the crowd cut in sharply. “No way… Isn’t that Cohen Archer?”


    Heads turned toward the middle-aged man who had just tried to kill Maia.


    Someone gasped. “Cohen Archer? Kyle Cooper’s chauffeur?”


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    Whispers rippled outward in shock.


    Another exmation followed. “What? Kyle Cooper’s chauffeur? But he died years ago!”


    “I heard he died not long after Kyle!”


    The murmurs swelled instantly, spreading like wildfire through the hall.


    Chris stiffened at the name, his pupils narrowing in an instant.


    The man his father trusted most. The man who used to tell him stories. The man who vanished the day his father died.


    That unresolved mystery had always been one of the strangest pieces of Chris’s past—and one of the deepest sources of pain.


    Rumors had once imed that Cohen betrayed Kyle, handing him over to so-called enemies.


    But Chris knew the truth better than anyone. Kolton had orchestrated everything.


    For years, Chris had hunted for evidence, and now the biggest clue had stumbled right in front of him.


    But before Chris could take a step, the sound of frantic footsteps sliced through the chaos.


    Atst, security personnel stormed in, shlights swinging and electric batons crackling, driving Cohen roughly to the floor. He was mmed down hard, his arms wrenched behind him, unable to move.


    On stage, Kiley’s voice cut through the chaos with sharp rity. “Everyone, stay calm. We’ll take the attacker into custody and hand him over to the police immediately.”


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