"Mr. Burton’s adolescence was ruined by you. Do you want to apologize to him?"
I still couldn’t recall how I made my apology or left the press conference. People in the street surely threw rotten eggs at my face as they shouted.
“Your mother was a slut who slept with thousands. Now she pretends to be a victim so you can marry rich!”
“Your family is bankrupt, so you’re using lies to get money? Go to hell!”
My bodyguard tried to hold me back, but it felt vague as if he was nothing but a shadow. Just as I was about to get into Larissa’s car, the crowd suddenly surged. They pushed me toward the opposite side. I yelled for help.
Through the chaos, I saw Richard inside the car as he clutched his head. Larissa reached to touch his face and said something I could not hear. Then, the car door slammed and they drove off.
Someone pulled me aside and pressed a small paper into my hand. A masked stranger whispered quickly, “Mr. Russell, don’t forget. You still have people in this world who will stand for justice.”
