"I pushed Chloe too hard."
Darren looked at Gracia, his voice thick with regret. "Son, remember this—even a cornered rabbit will bite."
Two lines of remorseful tears rolled down his cheeks. "I shouldn't have gone to the company today..."
If he hadn't backed Chloe into a corner, she wouldn't have fought back with such ruthless determination.
He could have been out in a few years. Now he'd probably spend the rest of his life behind bars.
Gracia's eyes turned red. "Dad, don't lose hope. I'll go see Arthur. He'll find a way to get you out."
Darren shook his head, looking as though he'd aged a decade in an instant—a stark contrast to his smug, triumphant attitude that morning. "It's no use. The Chief Prosecutor is an obstinate old mule. Arthur's influence doesn't reach that far."
"Then I
