Chapter 4

I slowly turned around, looking toward the voice.

Raymond stood there, watching me with complex emotions in his eyes.

"Where have you been all these years? Why didn't you come find me after you got out?"

Compared to Raymond's excitement, my expression was calm, my eyes devoid of emotion.

Seeing the man I once loved desperately, my heart was surprisingly still, without a ripple.

"Where I've been is none of your concern, Mr. Raymond."

That one phrase—"Mr. Raymond"—was distant and unfamiliar.

Raymond's emotions surged instantly, his eyes reddening.

A flash of jealous hatred flickered through Samuel's eyes.

"Ugh..."

Samuel cried out in pain.

"What's wrong?"

Raymond snapped back to attention, looking at Samuel anxiously.

When he saw the blood on Samuel's face, his expression changed dramatically:

"You're hurt? Who did this?"

Samuel immediately put on a pitiful expression.

"Raymond, you're finally here. We haven't seen each other in years. I kindly invited Aurora to dinner, but not only did she not appreciate it, she attacked me."

His eyes reddened, as if he'd suffered infinite grievance.

He was completely different from his earlier arrogance.

The restaurant manager quickly chimed in:

"That's right! This person came here to cause trouble and insulted Miss Samuel. We were just about to teach her a lesson!"

Raymond froze, then frowned, the excitement in his eyes gone as he looked at me:

"You really hit Samuel?"

I nodded with a smile:

"Yes, I did."

Seeing me admit it so readily, Raymond said angrily:

"Aurora, I really underestimated you."

"Two years in prison not only didn't teach you to restrain your violent nature, but made it worse?"

"Samuel practically grew up under your care. How could you bring yourself to do this?"

Samuel added with false sympathy:

"Raymond, don't be angry. I think Aurora might still resent us for sending her to prison back then..."

Raymond snorted coldly:

"Resent?!"

"If you do something wrong, you should be punished. Otherwise, if everyone could just murder and steal, the world would descend into chaos."

"If you ask me, two years wasn't enough time."

With that, Raymond picked up his phone and dialed a number:

"Chief Johnson? This is Raymond. There's an ex-con causing trouble at And Happy. Please send some officers over!"

Samuel looked at me triumphantly.

"Aurora, if you don't want to go back to prison, it's not impossible."

"Just get on your knees and apologize. Say you were wrong, and I'll forgive you."

Compared to sending me back to prison, Samuel preferred to enjoy the satisfaction of grinding me into the dirt.

Raymond seemed to sigh helplessly:

"You're always so kind."

Then he looked at me coldly:

"Did you hear that?"

"Kneel and apologize to Samuel, and I won't pursue this matter."

Samuel thought victory was assured and became complacent.

"But I suggest you hurry. The police will be here any minute."

"I assume you don't want to go back to prison."

I smiled coldly:

"Make me kneel? Dream on!"

Raymond's eyebrows shot up, and he snorted coldly:

"Stubborn fool."

"I gave you a chance. You chose not to take it."

"When the police take you away, don't blame anyone."

Just as Raymond finished speaking, the sound of sudden braking came from outside the hotel entrance.

Dozens of black Rolls-Royces approached from the distance, forming a line as they stopped in front of the restaurant.