Chapter 384 Only One Way Out
"How can we possibly trust her words?" Mr. Allen's voice echoed in the room as he cast a skeptical glance at his phone, challenging the girl displayed on the screen.
"You claim that the maid captured everything on camera? Then send the evidence for all to witness.""Of course," Abella responded promptly, forwarding the video to Mr. Bourbon's phone. She didn't forget to caution him, "Grandfather, I hope this doesn't distress you too greatly."
Her concern was for Mr. Bourbon's health. She feared the shock of the revelation might induce a stroke, triggering his pre-existing health conditions."I assure you, I'll retain just enough energy to deal with a certain thankless fool!" he retorted.Upon ending the call, Mr. Bourbon played the video.
The quality was subpar, a characteristic of older cell phones, yet he could discern a young boy laughing and running towards the pool. The boy was distracted, glancing over his shoulder to see if his friends were trailing behind.
On that particular summer day, Mr. Allen had just concluded a phone call and was exiting the garden when he noticed the passing child.
Without a moment's hesitation, he shoved the boy into the pool.The boy vanished beneath the water before he could comprehend what had occurred.
The maid, witnessing such an event for the first time, was so shaken she nearly dropped her phone.
However, someone did rush over and dove into the water to rescue the boy.Everything that transpired thereafter was as Abella had narrated.In order to convince the onlookers of his heroism, Mr. Allen purposefully immersed himself in the water before clambering out and frantically summoning the guests.
When the guests arrived, their attention was solely focused on the child. Mr. and Mrs. Bourbon urgently requested a doctor, their actions a flurry of emergency responses.
No one questioned the veracity of the tale.Abella forwarded a second video, featuring someone interrogating the maid about her silence at the time.The maid admitted her fear had silenced her. Furthermore, Mr. Bourbon had immediately hailed Mr. Allen as a savior, lavishing him with gratitude and gifts, which further suppressed her voice.
She had just started her first high-paying job. Losing it would mean an inability to repay her family's debts, not to mention her grandmother's impending hospital surgery.
The audacity of Mr. Allen to harm a Bourbon child, pushing him into the pool, made her fear the potential repercussions from the Allen family if she spoke out.If the Bourbon family discovered Mr. Allen's guilt, their wrath would undoubtedly befall the Allen family.
While the Allen family couldn't confront the Bourbons, what would prevent them from retaliating against a mere maid?She didn't wish to risk her life. Her goal was to earn enough to pull her family out of their financial crisis.
However, as Mr. and Mrs. Bourbon's kindness towards her grew, so did her guilt. After six months, she could no longer bear the burden and resigned.
When she left, Mrs. Bourbon presented her with a generous bonus, five times her monthly salary.
At that moment, she had wanted to confess to Mrs. Bourbon but hesitated. After all, half a year had passed. Revealing the truth now would only breed disdain and disappointment.
Ultimately, she remained silent. After leaving the Bourbon family, she kept an eye on the news, agonizing over the philanthropic events and business collaborations between the Allen and Bourbon families. It was a torment to her soul.
"Mr. Bourbon, I am deeply sorry," the woman sobbed in the video, her voice heavy with regret. "I was too frightened for my own life then, too afraid to cause trouble. I sincerely apologize. I failed your family!"With his eyes closed, Mr. Bourbon mustered his strength and delivered a devastating blow to Mr. Allen.
Taken by surprise, Mr. Allen was knocked to the ground with such force that it felt as though his bones had splintered. The intensity of the pain stole his breath away, leaving him gasping.
"Do you have anything else to say?" Mr. Bourbon's voice was laced with a tangible fury as he delivered another kick to the fallen man.
Mr. Allen had not anticipated Abella discovering the truth so swiftly. The damning evidence she held against him made denial impossible, and he knew that any attempt to do so would bring calamity upon his family.
"Mr. Bourbon, please," he stuttered, "allow me to explain."
But Mr. Bourbon was beyond listening. "You're no better than a beast!" he spat, seizing an iron rod and raining blows upon Mr. Allen without an ounce of mercy.Over the years, the Bourbon family had shown favor to the Allens, aiding their rise in society.
Mr. Bourbon had borne Mr. Allen's increasing demands with patience, never suspecting that it was all a deceitful charade."Mr. Bourbon, please hear me out," Mr. Allen implored between ragged breaths, reaching out a trembling hand to grasp at Mr. Bourbon's trouser leg.His plea was met with another brutal strike.
The sound of bone meeting iron sent a shudder of horror through the onlookers.The pain was so intense that Mr. Allen could not suppress a cry. His face paled considerably as he trembled under the onslaught.
The shrill beep of a phone interrupted the scene. Mr. Bourbon glanced at the screen. It was a third video from Abella, revealing the crimes of Calla and Lucine in stark detail.
"Now, with this irrefutable evidence, let's see how you wriggle your way out of this one!" Mr. Bourbon tossed the phone down in front of Mr. Allen. He crawled towards it, his heart sinking as he watched his granddaughter implicated in the heinous acts.Fear coursed through his veins, causing his body to quake uncontrollably.
He had once harbored hope that their past favor with the Bourbons might save them, but now he knew there was no salvation.
"Mr. Bourbon, hear me out. It was their confusion, their mistake. I'll discipline them when I return. I'll ensure they apologize to you, your wife, and Miss Abella," he pleaded."You're not going anywhere," Mr. Bourbon declared, dropping the iron rod with a resounding clatter that sent a shiver down Mr. Allen's spine.His entire body was seized by a cold dread.
'No going back... What does he mean?' he wondered.
"You're facing charges of attempted murder for your actions," Mr. Bourbon stated calmly, accepting a disinfectant wipe from the butler to clean his hands before discarding it onto Mr. Allen.
"Your only option now is to turn yourself in."
Mr. Allen's mind went blank.Surrendering to the authorities had never been a consideration.If he were to appear at the police station, it would undoubtedly create a media frenzy, and the reputation of the Allen family would be irrevocably tarnished.
"Do you think your family would have ascended the social ladder without the Bourbon family's assistance?" Mr. Bourbon cast him a frosty look. "You're as ungrateful as a heartless cur."
He wasn't ready to kill the man yet. There were ways to make his life a living nightmare once he was in custody.
"Mr. Bourbon, I was wrong. In a moment of folly over a land deal, I made a grave mistake. I've been haunted by it, waking up from nightmares filled with regret for having raised a hand to a child," Mr. Allen confessed.
"Thankfully, my driver was there to save him, and I shamelessly took the credit. This entire mess is my fault."
"Calla and Lucine, in their madness, hired someone to commit murder. They were wrong too, but please, for the sake of our past relationship, spare their lives. I, the wretched old fool that I am, will go to hell and personally beg your ancestors for forgiveness."With that, Mr. Allen bowed his head solemnly to Mr. Bourbon.
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