Can't Win Me Back

On the way out through the airport halls, the police carefully covered Joseph's handcuffed hands with clothes to avoid creating unnecessary commotion.

Despite that, whispers and curious glances followed them. The travelers even took pictures and posted them online.

In the interrogation room, Joseph, who always cultivated an image of elegance and reason, now pounded the table with his cuffed hands, screaming in frustration, "Didn't Aidan confess to everything? I don't know anything about his illegal drug business, and it has nothing to do with me. Who put you up to this? Why target me and the Lovelace Group?"

Cyrus stared coldly at the man he once called Uncle Joseph. His lips formed a thin, impassive line. "Mr. Joseph, is that foresight you're displaying, or perhaps a guilty conscience? I haven't even mentioned drugs, yet you're already incriminating yourself."

Joseph broke out in a cold sweat under Cyrus' unyielding gaze. He attempted to leverage their relationship to his advantage. "Mr. Cy... I mean, Cyrus! After all, I'm still your uncle!"

"In this room," Cyrus countered, his voice devoid of emotion, "we are officer and suspect."

Cyrus continued, "And besides, you are Edgar Lovelace's adopted son, not his biological son. You have no blood ties to him or my mother. So, 'uncle' seems rather far-fetched. Joseph flushed a deep crimson, the sting of humiliation burning across his face.

"We're not just arresting you for illegal drug storage and distribution but also for inciting your secretary, Ernest Brown, to murder Edgar Lovelace. He was caught in the act.

Cyrus' gaze was sharp. "We have a witness statement, and your secretary recorded your instructions to protect yourself. The evidence is solid. Even though it was attempted murder, you'll be spending the rest of your life behind bars."Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

Joseph's bloodshot eyes widened in disbelief. "W-Wait! W-What did you say?"

"Attempted murder," Cyrus repeated slowly, enunciating each word.

Cyrus, typically stoic in the interrogation room, cracked a smile. "My team intervened in time. Mr. Edgar was saved. He's still in the hospital but stable."

Joseph slumped in his chair

dishearteningly, as if all his energy

had drained away. Suddenly, he burst into uncontrollable laughter. "That useless son of a bitch. He can't even do anything right!"

Cyrus frowned. "So, you're admitting to it?"

"Don't you have all the evidence? Where can I go if I don't confess?"

"Why did you do it?"

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"Edgar Lovelace had been unkind to me and me as his son. He me as a tool to help him him build his empire and secure his family Why should I pretend to be a good son when he is so heartless to me? I've pretended for more than 30 years, and I've had enough!"

Joseph's true nature laid bare. "So, what if you prosecute me? Edgarz isn't dead, and I'm not the one who did it. And I've already told you had nothing to do with the illegal drugs. Aidan operated alone!"

Then, the door of the interrogation room opened. A policeman rushed in and whispered into Cyrus' ear.

Cyrus' expression shifted drastically. After a long silence, he spoke in a low voice, "Your son, Aidan, was afraid of facing conviction. He jumped from a building and took his own life an hour ago."

Joseph's head spun, and it felt as if the ceiling itself was crumbling down on him.

His vision blurred as if blood were seeping from his skull.