It Doesn’t Matter Anymore novel Chapter 13

Chapter 13

Greyson was ‘invited’ into the side hall of the villa by the Langely family’s bodyguards.

To call it an invitation was a stretch; in truth, he was being escorted. He was thrown onto the expensive handmade carpet like a dead dog, his whole body soaked, and the blood from his knees stained a patch of the carpet.

Jerico sat on the leather sofa, leisurely pouring himself a glass of whiskey. The crisp sound of ice clinking against the glass was especially jarring in the deathly silent hall.

“Colonel Debeaux, you traveled all the way to Miami. If it’s just to lose your mind, then I’m afraid I’ll have to call the police,” Jerico said, swirling his glass, his gaze both amused and icy.

“Let me see her.” Greyson struggled to get up, gripping the armrest of the sofa with both hands, veins bulging on the backs of his hands, his eyes bloodshot. “This is between husband and wife-it’s not your place to interfere! I’m a bastard, but I love her! I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to her, please, just let me see her once…”

“Love her?”

Jerico seemed to have heard the most ridiculous joke in the world. He let out a soft laugh, took a sip of his drink, and his eyes suddenly turned sharp.

“Greyson, your love is truly eye-opening. You loved her so much that when the mudslide came, you saved your ex-girlfriend first? Loved her so much you let her have a miscarriage? Loved her so much that to clear your white moonlight’s name, you personally sent her to the police station?”

Greyson’s whole body trembled violently. He looked up in disbelief. “You said… miscarriage? What miscarriage?”

He only knew that Allison had an injury on her lower abdomen when she left, but he had never thought in that direction.

Jerico put down his glass and leaned forward, exuding an overwhelming sense of pressure. “It seems you really know nothing. During that mudslide, while she was buried under the rubble waiting for you to save her, your child-already three months along-was lost in that pile of mud.”

“When I dug her out, there was blood all beneath her. Before she lost consciousness, she grabbed my hand and begged me to save the child. And what were you doing? You were holding Sylvia, comforting her not to be afraid.”

There was a loud “boom.”

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