Chapter 78

Faith was at a loss. The evidence was undeniable—she held it in her hands, worth an astounding sixty million dollars. And then there was Kyle’s casual art piece, sold for a staggering one hundred million dollars. These were ironclad truths that couldn't be questioned. She believed in Kyle, but worry crept into her mind. After all, she didn't fully understand the story behind it all. The truth was too extraordinary for her to accept without hesitation. But no matter how incredible, the truths remained truths.

"I'm telling you," Kyle began, his tone calm and candid, "my piece isn't worth much. The real value lies in my promise."

Faith shivered slightly, his words unsettling her. "Huh?"

Kyle gently supported her as they continued walking. "My promise can save lives. Mr. Rivas Senior? He's alive because of me. And your injury healed so quickly—wasn't that because of me, too?"

"But," he added, his voice steady, "whether or not Tact [presumably a name or term, needs clarification] depends on what I choose to do; it's my decision to make."

The pieces finally began falling into place for Faith. It was true—Kyle's medical skills were extraordinary. That miraculous needlework still left her awestruck. Even now, she could faintly feel the lingering warmth coursing through her. "So, that's how it is!" Faith exclaimed, her amazement evident. "But why didn't you tell Belle? If she had known, she never would have left you! She wouldn't have—"

With talents as extraordinary as his, wealth and power could be his for the taking. Had Belle known the full extent of Kyle's abilities, she would never have left him. Not in a million years.

Kyle shrugged nonchalantly. "I told her. She didn't believe me. What was I supposed to do?"

"On the day I got out of prison, Belle didn't even bother to show up. It was Chloe who delivered the divorce papers. Why should I waste my breath explaining things?" The memory brought a bitter smile to Kyle's lips. She had made him change clothes on the street, as if he might soil her car. She hadn't even faced him to hand over the papers, delegating the task to her assistant. It spoke volumes about how Belle truly regarded him. There was no way she would go back to him.

"I was going to tell Belle everything when I got out," Kyle admitted quietly. "I had planned to give her the world, set her on top of it. But she didn't even give me a chance. That's on her, not me." His voice carried a weight of sadness that lingered in the air. Faith listened intently, her heart aching for him. Kyle had sacrificed so much for Belle, even going to prison for her. And yet, she had treated him as if none of it mattered. Belle had been so close to getting everything she could ever want. She was one step away from it all.

"It's Belle's loss. She didn't see what she had. One day, she'll regret it," Faith said softly, trying to console him.

Kyle, however, was strangely detached. "While I get it, it's meaningless to me now. Whatever schemes she might have… let her have them. I—" He trailed off. He had endured, but at the same time, a flicker of hope ignited within him. He considered his future, letting go of the past, as he learned and built something meaningful with Faith.

Before long, they arrived at a house. A young woman stepped outside. In her early twenties, petite but with striking red hair, she looked like a fiery tempest.

"Tallulah! Where have you been so late? I was worried something had happened to you!" Her tone radiated youthful innocence.

Tallulah gave a weary smile. "Nothing happened, Jess. Let me introduce you—this is Kyle." Turning to Kyle, she added, "This is my younger sister, Jess."

Kyle greeted her with a polite smile. "Hello."

But Jess's expression instantly turned sharp, her eyes full of hostility. "So, you're Kyle. Are you the reason Faith got hurt?"

"Jess, don't say that! It's just a misunderstanding," Faith quickly interjected, attempting to pacify her sister.

Jess folded her arms, clearly unimpressed. "A misunderstanding? Really? You got hurt, didn't you? That much is true." Her gaze swept over Faith critically. "You're not badly injured, but you look pale—clearly worn out. You've obviously been bullied, and it's his fault, isn't it? Why won't you admit it?"

"Kyle—" Faith's tone grew urgent, worried that Kyle might misunderstand.

Chapter 29

This cleaned-up version addresses grammatical errors, punctuation, and some unclear phrasing. However, some parts remain ambiguous (e.g., "Tact," "Tallulah"). More context would be needed for a fully accurate edit.