Chapter 283: Heaven and Earth
The silence of the luxurious office shattered as Duncan roared like a madman, sweeping everything off his desk in one furious motion.
Papers flew. A crystal penholder smashed. A laptop crashed to the ground with a deafening thud. Picture frames cracked, glass scattering across the floor like shrapnel.
"DAMN IT!" Duncan bellowed, his face twisted in rage, his chest heaving.
Atty. Randolf Evans, calm despite the storm, flinched but remained rooted. "For God’s sake, Duncan! Calm down! Breaking everything in this damn office won’t fix the problem!"
Duncan whipped around, eyes bloodshot, voice shaking with venom. "This can’t happen, Randolf! She can’t win! She can’t fucking win!"
Evans adjusted his glasses, stepping carefully around the shattered glass. "We haven’t lost everything. The charge of faking her death and Dylan’s and taking him—it still stands. That’s serious enough to keep pressure on her."
Duncan let out a sharp, bitter laugh. "Pressure? That’ll barely get her a slap on the wrist! A few months at best, maybe a fine if they feel generous! I don’t want her walking around like nothing happened—I want her locked up! Rotting behind bars!"
Evans exhaled slowly, then spoke in a low, almost daring tone. "Tell me the truth, Duncan. Why do you really want her imprisoned? Is it because she is no longer the quiet, good wife who tolerated your wrong doings... or because she found someone else? Someone who actually makes her happy?"
Duncan’s jaw clenched. His nostrils flared. His fists curled tight by his side.
"Both, damn it!" he spat. "I gave her everything! I worked like a dog for her, for our family, for her damn parents! I built a life for her while she sat around waiting for answers I couldn’t give right away. All she had to do was wait!"
His voice cracked with fury and something deeper—something broken.