Chapter 263: Be careful...
Hearing her call his name, Marcus slowly retracted his gaze from Davis. It settled on Jessica for a moment, his lips curling into a faint, knowing smile.
"Never expected the great Allen grandson and his wife to visit me. What an honor," he said mockingly, his voice gravelly with age and regret.
Davis wheeled himself further into the cell, his eyes calmly scanning the dreary room.
"Seems like you’ve been expecting me," Davis replied coldly. "Well, I’m here now."
He studied Marcus’s features carefully—calculating, trying to decode the intent behind the man’s words. He’d interrogated four others before now, and a pattern had emerged: every trail, every whisper of conspiracy, pointed back to one central cause—an old feud with the Allen family. And if there was one truth Davis believed in, it was this: the enemy of an enemy is often a friend—or at least a useful pawn.
Regardless of how many answers he uncovered, he had one goal: to understand what his father died protecting, to identify the hands behind the act, and, if possible—make them pay.
Marcus exhaled deeply, a weariness shadowing his eyes. "I assume no one knows you’re here. But you should know it won’t be long before someone notices. So, tell me—what answers do you seek?"
"Why are you so eager to talk?" Davis asked, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Shouldn’t I be taking your life for your part in all of this?"
Marcus chuckled lightly. "Eager? Maybe I am," he said, his voice distant, lost in memory. "Some mistakes haunt you. I only want to amend the past... correct what I once helped destroy."
Jessica, who had been quietly observing, stepped forward. Her eyes narrowed as she studied the man’s hollow expression. "You sound like a man filled with regrets. Why?"
"Regrets?" Marcus echoed. "Yes. Many. But now... now I just want the truth to be known, even if it’s too late."