Chapter 27: The True Enemy
The following days, everyone hoped nothing had gone wrong in the conference room. Because it definitely took a toll on Kieran.
Those who knew him well, like Zyn and Jaxon, understood his breakdown would never be because of what others think of him. Or what anyone else did to him... Not at all. But Kieran was the kind to be at his lows when he's ashamed of himself. When he feels bad about himself.
Same as why he quit boxing at 17. It was because he hated the thought of being someone who earns money by injuring others. He could have become a star boxer who earns thousands if he had continued, but he quit and applied for a part-time job that paid a few dollars per hour.
With the knowledge of his past, they knew why he was like this now. It was definitely because he still held on to the incident from a month ago. Perhaps it was seeing the face of the dead man's wife in the meeting room that left him speechless and worn out back then – Jaxon had assumed while discussing this with Zyn.
If only everything had stopped there. Because for the past two days, Kieran had locked himself inside.
No bodyguards in the drinking room. Just Kieran and his heavy heart, holding tightly onto the neck of a vodka. Many bottles like this lay freely around on the floor and even on the alcohol rack. He drank his heart out... Maybe at this point, maybe crying the tears out would even be better than blaming himself in silence.
"If I didn't call the police on him..." Kieran mumbled, his face red and eyes as though they would pop out, "... no one would have known anything. He wouldn't have died... because of me."
Preventing such tragedy... was why he didn't press charges against the man. He never wanted the blood of anyone on his hands, but... why now?
Kieran made a tut, then gulped the alcohol down. He hiccupped silently. "Why is... being a wealthy man so hard? God... the poor have no idea of the grace they've got."
Back then, he had thought that if he ever won a lottery, he would live a life similar to being in paradise. Plenty of supercars, countless shopping, exotic brands... Yes, he did all of that. But at what cost?
To have the blood of people on your hands and always have someone targeting you. That you even start to think your close ones are trying to attack you – it sounded crazy when Kieran thought about it, but there still seemed to be truth there. He had questioned... What if Zyn and Jaxon were disguising themselves as good people to him?