Chapter 5
578 Words
I went to cancel my household registration, and the procedures were quickly completed. It would become effective in fifteen days.
After returning home, I packed my luggage and gathered my documents.
Finally, taking a file, I pulled my suitcase and hurried to the airport.
I was on edge the whole time, but thankfully, I made it through security smoothly.
Just as I was waiting to board, I saw War storming toward me in a fury.
Instinctively, I tried to run, but his bodyguards caught me almost immediately.
He exuded a suffocating presence, choking me like a wild animal.
"Eve, you're beyond redemption!"
He forced me into the car, and before the car had fully stopped, he pushed me back out.
My head struck the ground hard, the pain from the wound making my vision blur.
Steeling myself, I thought he had discovered my plan to leave, but instead, War seized me and demanded,
"Where did you take Claire? Do you want history to repeat itself?"
I froze, completely lost.
"What?"
"Stop pretending! The moment Claire goes missing, you try to flee—how can you deny your guilt?"
"Tell me, where did you take her?"
I didn't hide her—how could I possibly know where she was?
But War didn't believe me.
When I remained silent, his fury twisted into a cold laugh.
"If your mother knew what her daughter had become, she'd turn over in her grave."
His words sent a chill down my spine.
The next moment, I watched as he ordered someone to fetch an urn.
He glared down at me.
"I'll give you one last chance. If you still refuse to talk, don't blame me if I destroy it."
I stared at him in disbelief, my head spinning.
"You're insane! That's my mother's ashes!"
I threw myself at him, my voice hoarse from screaming.
War wiped away my tears with his fingers, but his words froze me to the core.
"I'll count to three."
"3."
I was breaking down, pleading frantically.
"I don't know—I didn't have her kidn*pped!"
"2."
"War, believe me, just once, I swear it wasn't me!"
"1."
"No!"
In the next instant, the urn was smashed violently against the ground, shattering into pieces.
My gut-wrenching sobs still couldn't stop him as I watched in helpless horror while my mother's ashes were scattered in the wind.
My heart seemed to freeze. I lunged forward, clawing desperately at the ashes on the ground.
But not a single speck remained.
"Eve, you brought this upon yourself."
I collapsed onto the floor, shattered to my core.
I was useless—I couldn't even give my mother peace in death.
Seeing me like this, he frowned as if about to speak when a bodyguard rushed over in haste.
"Mr. Field, we've found Miss Lynn's whereabouts."
War didn't spare me another glance, striding away with just one final remark.
"Let this be your lesson. I don't want there to be a next time."
There wouldn't be a next time.
I rose like a hollow shell of myself, leaving behind a pool of bright red blood on the ground.
An hour later, breaking news of a plane crash flashed on television.
War was sitting beside Claire, feeding her porridge, when a sudden unease gripped him.
At that moment, his assistant handed him a document.
"Mr. Field, Attorney King sent this over—along with a divorce certificate."
War's face twisted in shock. "A divorce certificate?!"
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