After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities novel Chapter 873

Chapter 873

"If I could, I would never want to see you again in my life," the man's icy voice echoed through the office. The rain outside was pouring heavily, making a pitter-patter sound.

But his voice was crystal clear and cold as ice, sending shivers down one's spine.

"I... I..., back then..." The President opened his mouth to say something but was immediately interrupted by Franklin's frigid tone. "I don't want to hear about your past. This is evidence for Clare's case, and the Hipps family is innocent."

"Evidence?" The President paused and looked at the documents that Franklin had just placed on the table.

"You can tell just by looking," Franklin remained cold as ever.

The President trembled as he opened up the folder with shaking hands and flipped through each page one by one. After about five minutes, he finally closed it with a long sigh of relief. His stern gaze fell upon Franklin; it took him a while before he spoke again. "I can pardon the Hipps family but on one condition."

"What condition?" Franklin narrowed his eyes; he knew this man wouldn't agree easily.

The President silently stared at him before saying. "You come back to me."

"That's impossible!" Almost without thinking twice, Franklin rejected him outright.

The President stood up from his seat and walked towards Franklin until they were face-to-face. He didn't miss any expression on Franklin's face when he said. "Clare will be executed in ten minutes. You can consider it."

Franklin lifted an eyebrow at him sarcastically. "You're despicable!"

"It was you who abandoned me first! And now you want me back? Do you think I'm garbage or a dog? Summoned when needed and dismissed when not?"

His handsome face showed intense resentment mixed with chilling anger.

"You're the president! My mother was just another woman among many around you! It's only because she didn't have strong support from her family that... you treated us so cruelly."

"In your heart of hearts, who has left their mark? Now that you're asking me to come back - what do you really want from me?"

As Franklin accused him bitterly with each word spoken out loud, there were waves of discomfort rising in the depths of his eyes. "I... I had no other choice..."

"Choice? Are you kidding?" Franklin sneered coldly. "It isn't because I must save Clare; it's because I don't wish for good people to be wronged or justice absent."

"You're using my pitiful sense of righteousness against me - Is this what being a national leader should look like?"

The President's face turned red and then pale after being confronted by Franklin's words.

After a while, he finally let out a long breath and said, "You may leave."

As he spoke, he picked up the phone on the table and dialed. "Innocent release. The Department of Justice shall issue a public announcement, proclaiming to the world the pardon of the Hipps Family, restoring their titles, and lifting the ban on the Hipps Manor."

After Franklin heard him finish the call, he left without looking back or saying anything else. The President watched him go with a murmured comment. "You will come back soon... I believe it won't be too long."

Meanwhile, in Imperial Prison...

A prison guard with short hair was preparing for an execution. He held a machine gun in his hand while carefully wiping it down with a clean cloth - something he did every time before an execution.

As he wiped the gun barrel clean, tears began to well up in his eyes. "When I first joined the Air Force as logistics personnel," he said softly, "I was just another rookie from a poor family. At that time we were all sent out for training exercises; my mother fell seriously ill but I didn't have enough money to pay for her medical expenses... It was the Hipps family who gave me some financial assistance so she could receive proper treatment..."

"But now," he continued bitterly as more tears streamed down his face, "I have to execute my benefactor myself..."

A chubby prison guard walked over and patted him on the shoulder comfortingly. "If you can't do it today, then let me take your place instead. When my turn comes around next time, you can take mine."

"No..." The short-haired guard shook his head resolutely while wiping away more tears. "Let me do it... Let me send Mr. Hipps off one last time."

He stood up straightened himself out before picking up his gun again readying himself to leave when suddenly the warden rushed over anxiously, shouting, "Don't go! Don't go!"

Inside one of the cells, Clare had changed into new prisoner clothes early this morning.

He never imagined that this day would come so quickly that even before upgrading from Diamond status they were already executing him!

He couldn't help but feel resentful but what good would resentment do?

Sitting still at his position, staring blankly at the small window nearby, the entire cell block seemed dark except for other prisoners' breathing sounds along with Ronnie's soft crying voice.

"Mr. Hipps, if you really are gone, what am I going to do?"

"Why doesn't anyone uphold justice? You're clearly innocent..."

Clare felt annoyed by Ronnie's crying voice which only made her headache worse. "Stop crying! What's death? Everyone dies eventually; it's just sooner or later!"

He thought he would fear death, hate death. But when he faced this moment, he found himself calm. So calm that even he couldn't believe it. Except for one thing... he was not willing to die. He really wasn't willing to die.

He had thought about dying on the battlefield, dying in a plane crash, and even dying like the martyrs of the Hipps family who sacrificed themselves in airplane experiments...