Transmigrated: I Became My Nemesis's Woman novel Chapter 187

Chapter 187: Madam you are an angel

After the chaotic encounter with the guards, Ivy finally gave up on the idea of hiding anything from them.

It was obvious by now.

No matter how carefully she tried to sneak around, they would always appear out of nowhere.

Standing in the middle of the dusty storage room, she let out a quiet sigh before looking at the four men with a serious expression.

"Since you’re already here," she said, gesturing toward the towering wooden shelves lining the walls, "you might as well help me gather all the documents scattered around this place."

She pointed at stacks of old files resting beneath years of dust.

"There should be business records, property documents, and some old journals. Don’t leave anything behind."

The four guards exchanged glances.

A moment later, Teddy stepped forward with a respectful nod.

"Right away, Miss Ivy."

Without another word, the others immediately got to work.

The once-silent storage room quickly filled with the sounds of boxes being opened, old folders being dusted off, and papers being sorted into neat stacks.

One by one, they searched every corner of the room.

Some climbed ladders to reach the upper shelves while others checked forgotten drawers hidden beneath broken cabinets.

Watching them work with military-like efficiency, Ivy couldn’t help but smile to herself.

*At least they’re useful.*

If she had searched the room alone, it would have taken her an entire day.

With the four of them helping, the mountain of paperwork disappeared in less than half an hour.

Teddy carefully tied the recovered files together before carrying them toward the exit.

"We’ve collected everything we could find, Miss Ivy."

Ivy glanced around the room one last time to ensure nothing important had been overlooked.

Satisfied, she nodded.

"Let’s go."

The group left the abandoned storage building together.

***

Meanwhile,Xander left the old base with Taylor. Neither of them spoke during the drive.

Taylor could tell Xander was deep in thought after hearing Bernard’s explanation.

Back inside the base, only Edward and Bernard remained.

The silence between the two elderly men stretched for several seconds before Edward finally broke it.

"You should be grateful my grandson decided to spare your life."

His weathered eyes remained fixed on Bernard.

"If there had been even the slightest evidence linking you to my son’s and daughter-in-law’s deaths..."

His voice turned ice-cold.

"...you would already be in hell."

Bernard gave a low chuckle.

"I suppose I should thank you as well."

He looked at Edward with an unreadable smile.

"Without your intervention, I doubt Xander would’ve listened to a single word I had to say."

Edward narrowed his eyes.

The Bernard standing before him felt unfamiliar.

The man he had known years ago had been arrogant, ruthless, and impossible to reason with.

Yet today...

There was none of that hostility left.

Instead, there was only quiet exhaustion.

"Don’t misunderstand me," Edward replied with a scoff.

"I wasn’t taking your side."

"I simply refused to judge without knowing the full truth."

Edward folded his hands behind his back.

"Lucas signed a peace treaty with Black Veil years ago. If you had truly broken that agreement by murdering my son and daughter-in-law..."

His gaze sharpened.

"...I would’ve been the first person to put a bullet through your head."

Bernard’s smile slowly faded.

He lowered his eyes, and for the first time since the conversation began, genuine regret surfaced on his face.

"I know."

His voice was unusually quiet.

"I deserve your hatred."

Edward remained silent.

Bernard slowly leaned against the old wooden table nearby.

"I’ve done many things I’m not proud of."

A bitter laugh escaped him.

"I was never a good father."

His fingers tightened around the edge of the table.

"I treated my daughter like a bargaining chip."

The words felt heavier than he expected.

"I handed Susan over to a man I knew wasn’t worthy of her... all because it benefited me."

He closed his eyes briefly.

"Back then, power and pride meant more to me than my own child’s happiness."

The storage room fell silent once again.

Edward listened without interrupting.

"I won’t pretend I suddenly became a saint after Susan died," Bernard continued.

"I’m still involved in the underworld."

"I still run businesses that most people would never accept."

He let out another weary sigh.

"But after losing her..."

He paused.

"Something inside me changed."

"I cut every connection I had with the Emerson family."

"There was no longer any reason to continue that endless cycle of hatred."

Edward studied him carefully.

For the first time in years, Bernard wasn’t speaking like the feared leader of Black Veil.

[Emerson Mansion]

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