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She had no idea how he struck a deal with the devil, but she knew one thing-Jeremy had risked his life without hesitation to bring her back.
She didn’t know if she would ever have the chance to give him her all in return.
Julien pulled out an examination report from his pocket. His gaze was unwavering as he presented it to the room.
“This is Mr. Jeremy’s earliest brain scan and blood test results. These documents were issued by Solana City’s most reputable medical center, and I personally signed off on them.
“The stamp on the document proves their authenticity, and these reports are legally recognized by the authorities. They are the only copies, eliminating any possibility of forgery.
“Due to the consumption of a potent drug, Mr. Jeremy suffered brain damage, and many of his bodily functions were severely impaired. I conducted a blood test at the time, and the results match his current condition.
“Traces of narcotics remain in his system, proving just how pure the drugs Jameson gave him were.”
The crowd gasped.
“Oh, my goodness! How cruel!”
“Though I wasn’t directly involved in the rescue, Interpol’s Kontinian team and armed forces participated in Jameson’s arrest when they rescued Ms. Alyssa and Mr. Jeremy. They can testify to Mr. Jeremy’s condition at the time.”
Julien’s words were firm and resolute. No one could refute him.
A dark expression settled on Justin’s face as he stood on stage.
Threats, murder, manipulation… He had always believed that with enough cunning, he could control the world. But this time, he had miscalculated.
He thought that driving a wedge between Julien and Jonah would be enough to break Julien’s spirit, making him abandon both the Taylor family and Jeremy.
He assumed Julien would disappear from their lives forever.
For a while, he even believed he had won.
But now, Julien’s public testimony was like a slap across his face. He had underestimated human nature.
Without friends or loved ones, Justin had always been ruthless and indifferent. He could never comprehend the true weight of friendships.
Not all friendships were born from shared ideals.
Even those who stood on opposite sides-light and dark, justice and corruption-could still seek the light.
“I was absent due to personal reasons and had to recuperate overseas. It has been less than half a year since I left.
“Yet, in that short time, a certain self-righteous, ill-intentioned individual made a spectacle of Mr. Jeremy’s condition, attempting to brand him a drug addict and bring him down all to seize power.”
Julien narrowed his eyes slightly as he descended from the stage, stopping right in front of Justin. “Mr. Justin, your scripted tale is quite entertaining, but it’s riddled with holes.
“According to your story, Mr. Jeremy brought this upon himself by becoming a drug addict. But what about you?
“Aren’t you nothing more than a sewer rat crawling onto the table to steal someone else’s champagne and cheese?
Julien’s questions sent the hall into an uproar.
In an instant, the number of viewers on the live stream shot up to 50 million, and the comment section exploded.
“Dr. Lovelace has presented Mr. Jeremy’s examination reports. He never did drugs-he was framed! This is undeniable!”
“He risked his life to save Ms. Alyssa, yet ended up being manipulated, dismissed, and investigated like a criminal. He almost carried a lifelong stain on his name. What a despicable move by whoever did this!”
Then, a comment appeared, saying, “Wasn’t it Justin Walsh, the current president of Walsh Group, who orchestrated all of this? He set up his own younger brother just to seize power. What a vile man!”
Yet, less than two seconds later, the comment vanished.
But no matter how many trolls swarmed in or how quickly posts were deleted, the public’s outrage could not be silenced. Suspicion against Justin surged, and tens of thousands of negative comments flooded the chat.
Julien stood below the stage, his grip tightening around the examination reports. They weren’t just pieces of paper -they were a loaded weapon aimed straight at Justin’s heart, forcing him back into the shadows where he belonged.
In the midst of the chaos, Jonah whispered a name like a prayer. “Julien…”
Despite his broad frame, his chest felt hollow, as if crushed under the weight of a battlefield’s wreckage. Guilt gnawed at him, relentless and unyielding.
Landon, seeing the longing in Jonah’s eyes, nudged him gently. “Go to him. Go to Julien.”
Jonah’s voice was raw. “Landon, I’m afraid. He’s so radiant.”
Landon frowned. “Afraid of what?”
“Afraid that my darkness will swallow his light.”
Tears welled up in Jonah’s eyes. His voice cracked as he admitted, “I still love him. He’s the only love of my life. But I no longer deserve to love him.”
Once, they had spent entire nights wrapped around each other, drowning in passion.
Jonah had kissed every inch of Julien’s skin, whispering that he was his sun.
Yet, Julien would insist the comparison was flawed. By Jonah’s side, he felt more like the moon. He said, “You are my sun. Any light I have is merely a reflection of yours.”
Jonah hung his head low as tears splattered onto the floor-silent confessions of regret. He had shattered his moon with his own hands.
“Julien, watch your mouth! How dare you slander Mr. Justin like this?” Sheryl’s entire body trembled with rage. Julien’s lips curled into a smirk laced with the arrogance he once wielded so effortlessly. “Slander? What a joke. I’m not his lapdog-why should I respect him?”
Sheryl’s expression twisted. The insult was clear-Julien had implied that she was Justin’s lapdog!
Julien continued, “Besides, does Mr. Justin even deserve respect? You both know exactly what he’s done since Mr. Jeremy fell ill.
“Mr. Jeremy is known for his righteousness. But you two? You’re nothing but incompetent parasites, so you resorted to framing him. Did you really think you’d be secure in a position you stole?”
Alyssa watched him, her eyes brimming with emotion. Julien was insanely cool! If Jonah couldn’t win Julien back… he might as well take a vow of celibacy.
Jeremy’s eyes glimmered as he walked to Julien’s side. His trembling hand found Julien’s shoulder, gripping it firmly.
They exchanged a solemn look. No words were needed.
Sheryl’s heart pounded with urgency, sweat beading on her forehead. The evidence was undeniable-she had no immediate way out. All she could do was lash out in a desperate attempt to sow confusion.
“Even with these reports, all they prove is that Mr. Jeremy didn’t do drugs. It was just a misunderstanding! How can you accuse Mr. Justin of orchestrating this?”
Alyssa stepped forward, her expression glacial. A smirk played on her lips as she questioned, “If Sir had nothing to do with it… does that mean you did?”
Sheryl’s eyes widened in fury. “Sir and I have never_”
She cut herself off abruptly, her breath hitching. A cold sweat broke over her skin. She had just called Justin “Sir” in public-his greatest taboo.
Alyssa. That bitch. She had set her up.
Justin’s pale face remained unreadable, but the tension in his jaw and the veins bulging at his temples betrayed the darkness roiling beneath his calm.
“A misunderstanding?”
Landon stepped forward too. Standing by Jeremy’s side, he continued, “This ‘misunderstanding’ as you carelessly call it led to my best friend being accused of drug abuse. His reputation was shredded.
“He spent days being interrogated in the interrogation room, and the moment he was released, they stripped him off his title as president. The entire corporation turned against him. The internet crucified him.
“And now you want to wave it all away? Just call it a misunderstanding and move on? If I killed your father, could I just shrug it off as a mistake?”
His words, though crude, struck like a hammer.
Sheryl’s face drained of color. Her legs trembled. She couldn’t hold on much longer.
The reporters swarmed Julien, snapping photos of the documents in his hands.
Within moments, headlines blazed across every major media outlet, the articles spreading like wildfire. “Justin. Sir.”
Alyssa’s voice was cold, deliberate. She paused between the two titles, letting the weight of her words settle. Justin lifted his dim eyes to meet hers. His lips curled into a slow, deliberate smile.
Even drowning in resentment, he could still smile at Alyssa.
As Jeremy watched the smile bloom across Justin’s face while he looked at Alyssa, an uncontrollable tremor overtook him.
Justin’s smile was like a blade slicing through his chest, splitting his heart in two. One half was left to freeze, and the other half was left bleeding.
Jeremy gasped for air. It had been a long time since he had felt such pain.
His heart ached for Alyssa.
“Your private physician, Ms. Gillis, insists you’re innocent-that you had no knowledge of this. But do you truly deserve to be called innocent?” Alyssa’s voice was calm.
Then her eyes flashed with something fierce, something merciless. “You listened to a rat’s slander and, without proof, assumed Jeremy was a drug addict.
“Instead of searching for the truth, you seized the moment to make things worse. You had your own brother arrested. You used this as an opportunity to take his position and claim everything that was his as your own.
“Justin, you are greedy, ruthless, and unworthy of your title. You should be the one to step down!”
Mandy remained by Remy’s side in the hospital ward, never once leaving him as he lay unconscious.
At this moment, like countless other Cyrrisians, she was also watching the shocking turn of events at Walsh Group’s press conference unfold through her phone.
She saw Julien’s unexpected appearance and how he presented his evidence, turning the tide just as Jeremy was engulfed by public criticism.
Though pride and relief filled her heart, a deep concern lingered.
Julien and Jonah had not spoken of it, but everyone in the family could tell they had broken up. Julien had left for Mosgravia without a word of farewell, only calling her once in haste to say he was fine.
Jonah, on the other hand, rarely returned home, and when he did, he looked drained, his once-bright eyes now clouded with gloom that refused to lift.
Mandy’s heart ached for them both, yet she had no idea what had driven them apart.
Now that Julien had returned to support Jeremy, there was a chance he would cross paths with Jonah. From the depths of her heart, Mandy hoped this would be the opportunity they needed to reconcile.
Just then, a knock at the door pulled her from her thoughts.
After she responded, the door swung open, revealing Winston’s trusted aide, Neil. He entered hurriedly.
“Mrs. Taylor, did something happen to yo-“
His words trailed off the moment he saw the man lying unconscious on the hospital bed. His breath caught as he took in Remy’s face-a face eerily similar to Damien’s. A chill ran down his spine.
He rubbed his eyes hard, as if to dispel an illusion.
“My word… They look so much alike. How can two people look so alike?”
Mandy’s eyes welled up. Her fingers trembled as she gently traced Remy’s features. “They don’t just look alike. If you ask me… they are the same person. I gave birth to Damien. I would recognize him no matter what… He is Damien. He is!”
Neil had never seen Mandy this emotionally shaken. Concern flickered across his face. He hesitated before speaking, “I truly understand how you feel, but… Mr. Damien was in an aircraft disaster. His plane crashed into the sea. The rescue teams searched for a month but found no survivors. The official announcement confirmed that.” Mandy’s heart clenched. She tightly grasped Remy’s calloused hands as though holding onto her last shred of hope. Years had passed, yet she still remembered Damien’s hands-slender and delicate. Not like this, rough with wounds and calluses. What had her child endured all these years?
Neil stepped closer, studying Remy’s face. “If this really is Mr. Damien… how is it possible? It was a plane crash. How did he survive?”
“That’s why I need your help to verify this now. I believe you’re a responsible man who can be discreet. I have no one else to turn to for this.” She carefully handed him a plastic bag containing a bloodied handkerchief. “This has his blood on it. I need you to-“
