Chapter 187

“You’re also advising me to wait?” I frowned, confused. “Why is everyone telling me to wait?”

“If you don’t want to wait, I will still help you,” Dylan replied.

I bit my lip, unable to decide. My enemies were right in front of me. Should I let them go? The day Joanna pushed me, the fear and hatred… who could understand?

I walked to the window, gazing at the bright moon, feeling tormented. Outside, Marlon was seeing Ebenezer off.

“Ebenezer, thank you so much for this,” Marlon said.

“There’s no need to thank me. But I’m afraid she won’t be able to wait long for revenge. I’ve seen it clearly. Although she doesn’t talk much, the hatred in her eyes grows deeper daily,” Ebenezer said worriedly. He felt compelled to be frank with Marlon.

Marlon’s eyes darkened. He sighed. “Her mother was probably killed similarly. She wants revenge for herself and her mother.”

“She is so tragic,” Ebenezer said, surprised then relieved. He wondered what Marlon would do.

“You’re going to help her! It looks like you’re going to be busy,” Ebenezer sighed.

“She will figure it out,” Marlon said confidently, glancing at him.

Ebenezer shook his head. “I really don’t understand you. You want to help this woman who harbors such deep hatred? Is it because she reminds you of your past?”

Marlon fell silent. His father had cheated on his mother when he was young. His mother, distraught, died in a car accident. He had loved deeply and been betrayed. Their pasts held too many similarities. This was why he felt sorry for Yvonne. He'd fallen in love at first sight when he saw her caring for Hayden in the hospital; every subsequent meeting deepened his feelings.

Ebenezer reminded him, “Sympathy is not love. You must be clear about it.”

Marlon’s thin lips curved slightly. “Don’t worry. I know.”

“That’s good,” Ebenezer said, pausing. “Let’s have a drink tomorrow.”

Marlon nodded.

“Maybe next time. I have to go home,” Ebenezer said, his expression suddenly serious.

Marlon frowned. “Why so soon?”

“Something happened at home. I must go back,” Ebenezer explained, waving his hand and hurrying away. He’d hoped for a good sleep, but it seemed unlikely.

Marlon watched him go, silently acknowledging the favor. After a while, he returned to his room, finding Dylan alone on the sofa. His eyes darkened. “Where’s Yvonne?”

“She went to the bathroom,” Dylan replied.

Marlon was relieved, nodding and sitting beside Dylan. “Thank you for staying with her. Otherwise…”

“Even if I wasn’t there, Yvonne would be fine. She is a good person, and God won’t let bad people kill her,” Dylan said, his words childish yet endearing.

Marlon thought of Ebenezer’s words. Compared to Dylan, he felt a little more cunning.

“Mr. Warner, if Yvonne insists on revenge now…” Dylan began.

Marlon’s eyes turned cold. “I know her hatred, but she has no evidence. Even if she confronts Joanna publicly, Joanna won’t be convicted.”

I heard their conversation as I returned to the living room and stopped. He was right. I had no evidence. I'd chosen a different path—I wanted Joanna and Sophia to pay in blood! But afterward, I'd go to prison… and what about my child?

Dylan’s words pulled me back. “Mr. Warner, you have secret forces. Aren’t you going to help Yvonne?”

“She’s not suited for the underworld,” Marlon said, narrowing his eyes. “I was forced onto that path, and I know the hardships. She can't walk that path.”

I froze. Marlon had seen through my intentions. I’d wanted to use the underworld’s power, but he said I couldn’t.

“Dylan, she’s close to you. Persuade her. If we want to win, we must win fairly. The same goes for revenge,” Marlon said earnestly.

Dylan’s pupils shook. “Mr. Warner, I didn’t expect you to be the one opposing this…” He hadn’t expected someone raised in the underworld to oppose this path so strongly.

Marlon smiled. “Precisely because I’ve experienced it, I don’t want others to follow the same path.”

“I understand,” Dylan said, his heart full of emotion.

I leaned against the wall, tears welling. I understood Marlon’s intentions, but I couldn’t convince myself to forgo revenge.

Taking a deep breath, I stood and roared, “Why can’t I? Marlon, you underestimate me! No matter how difficult, I must take revenge!”

Both men were stunned. Marlon recovered first, standing and looking at me intently. “I’m not underestimating you. You can take revenge, however you want. But afterward, what about your child? Do you want them to be born a criminal’s child?”

His question stilled me. I could take revenge, but what about my child? Would I ruin their future?

Seeing my silence, Marlon grabbed my hand, pulling me toward the door. “Fine! You won’t let it go, so let’s get revenge now. I’ll go with you!”

“Let go of me!” I struggled, but his grip remained firm. Even Dylan was startled. “Mr. Warner, Yvonne, calm down! Where are you going?”

“The Jackson family!” Marlon spat coldly, slamming the car door shut and locking me inside.