Chapter 250 But I'm No Saint
The reddening of Nora's eyes did not escape Aaron's notice. He wrapped his arms around her, his hand gently patting her back in a silent offering of comfort.
In response, Nora drew a deep breath, her tension slightly eased under his concerned gaze.
Without a word, Aaron gave her hand a gentle squeeze, a silent signal to Noe to secure the evidence.
Noe, understanding the cue, nodded. He reached out to take Allen's smartphone, transferring the incriminating recording to his own device.
Allen watched the exchange, a desperate plea in his voice as he addressed them, "Mr. Gordon, Miss, I've given you the evidence; can you let my son go now?"
Nora, her gaze steady, reached for her smartphone. She proceeded to delete all the damaging information about Frank.
"It's done, I've deleted it," she announced, her voice steady.
Allen, relief washing over him, struggled to help his son up. "Thank you, Miss, for your mercy," he murmured, gratitude lacing his voice.
Having said his piece, he steadied Frank and began to make their exit.
However, a cold voice from behind halted their steps.
"Hold on, did I say you could leave?" The icy edge in Aaron's voice was unmistakable.
Allen's heart clenched at the sound. He turned to face Aaron, a question in his eyes, "Mr. Gordon, is there something else?"
Aaron's lips curled into a cold smirk, "Allen, Nora may have a kind heart to let off those who hurt her so easily. But I'm no saint."
The implication was clear. Was Aaron not planning on letting his son off the hook?
Allen's face paled at the thought, "Mr. Gordon, you can't go back on your word!"
Aaron's expression remained impassive, "Did I ever say I would let you off?"
Allen choked on his words, staring at Aaron in disbelief.
It seemed that, from start to finish, Aaron had never actually said he would let them go.
But wasn't that the understood agreement?
He had provided evidence from the past, and in return, they would spare his son, right?
This scheming man!
Aaron rose to his feet, wrapping his arm around Nora, and turned to Noe, "Noe, release the dirt on the Smith family's official website."
How could he let Frank off so easily after he dared to lay a finger on his woman?
Frank, already weak, collapsed to the floor.
He clutched at Allen's hand, pleading, "Dad, save me, please save me!"
Allen was frantic, attempting to intercept Aaron and Nora, "Mr. Gordon, he's my only son, I beg you to have mercy and spare him!"
Aaron, however, continued to stride forward, Nora at his side.
Frederick swiftly stepped in, blocking Allen and preventing him from getting any closer.
As Nora and Aaron were about to leave, Allen called out in desperation, "Miss, you said you would spare Frank, how can you go back on your word!"
Nora pursed her lips, choosing to remain silent and let Aaron take the lead.
After all, she had kept her promise, but what others chose to do was not her concern.
Aaron paused, his gaze sweeping over Allen with a commanding presence that forced Allen to snap his mouth shut.
Without further ado, Aaron continued leading Nora outside.
"Noe, have two people stand guard here until the police arrive," Aaron instructed.
"Understood," Noe replied, his voice steady.
Inside the house, Frank struggled to his feet, staggering toward the door.
But it was already locked, and he couldn't budge it.
"What do we do, Dad? They are trying to annihilate me. Aaron and Nora are so despicable! Dad, what do we do, I don't want to go to jail, you need to think of something!" Frank's voice was filled with despair, his face twisted in fear.
Allen, however, stood there, forcing himself to remain calm. After a long pause, he finally spoke, "Don't worry, I still have a way to save you."
"What way?" Frank's eyes lit up, his voice eager.
Without a word, Allen picked up his cell phone and dialed a number.
"Sir, please come save my boy Frank," he pleaded.
The call was to Charles.
At that time, Charles was at home, enjoying the attention of his secretary, who was also his soon-to-be next wife.
Hearing this, he gestured for the secretary to pause.
"What's happened to Frank?" he inquired.
"Sir, Nora has gotten involved with Aaron, caught Frank in a jam, not only did she beat Frank up, but she's also threatening to send him to prison."
Upon hearing the news, Charles's eyebrows knitted together, a spark of surprise igniting in his eyes.
"Are you suggesting that the young upstart has entangled himself with Aaron, the most influential man in Houston?" he asked, disbelief tinging his voice.
"Yes, Sir. I beg you, for the sake of all the years I've served you faithfully, please save my son," Allen pleaded, desperation seeping into his words.
Charles's frown deepened. "Allen, what exactly has Frank done?"
"Sir, Frank made a minor error at his job. This isn't the time to point fingers. You must help him," Allen insisted.
"It's not that I'm unwilling to assist, but you know my constraints. With anyone else, it might be different, but with Aaron backing the youngster, how am I expected to intervene?"
"Sir, you must save Frank! In doing so, you're saving yourself as well!"
Allen's words caused Charles to sit up straight, his attention fully captured.
"Allen, what are you implying?"
"Sir, there's no use in concealing it any longer. Aaron and your young mistress are using my son's life as leverage, forcing me to disclose the incident where your wife took the blame for you and ended up in prison years ago. I had no choice but to reveal everything."
At this revelation, Charles rose so abruptly that his chair clattered to the floor.
His secretary, startled, asked, "Charles, what's the matter?"
Charles dismissed her with a wave of his hand, striding past her into his study without a second glance.
"Allen, clarify your statement. What exactly did you tell them? After all these years, are you suggesting that you still possess some evidence?" Charles demanded.
"Sir, I'm truly sorry, but I kept a backup of the conversations between you and your wife as a precaution back then. Now, those recordings have fallen into Aaron's hands, and I'm certain the police will soon be at our doorstep," Allen confessed.
Hearing this, Charles's face turned a ghastly pale, his anger barely contained.
"Allen, I've treated you well for so many years, and this is how you repay me? With betrayal?" he spat out.
"Sir, I had no choice! At this point, you better think of a way to clear your name," Allen advised.
Charles scowled, "After your betrayal, what options do I have left?"
"Actually, there is someone who can save you," Allen revealed.
"Who?"
"Miss Nora's biological father."
Charles's breath hitched at these words.
"You're aware that Nora's real father isn't me?"
"Sir, there is nothing about you that I don't know. That man's power is beyond the comprehension of the average person; as long as he intervenes, you will be safe," Allen assured him.
After a moment of silent contemplation, Charles finally responded, "Alright, I understand. I hope that man will be willing to assist me; otherwise, prepare for both of us to go down in flames together!"
Upon ending the call, he muttered curses under his breath directed at Allen. After a moment's consideration, he dialed another number.
The phone rang for what seemed like an eternity before someone finally picked up.
A deep, robust voice echoed through the line, "Who is this?"
Charles responded, "Ebenezer, it's been a while. This is Charles."
There was a pause on the other end, and the man's voice turned icy, "You? What do you want?"
Charles tightened his grip on the phone, "I'd like to propose a deal to you."
The man on the other end retorted in a frosty tone, "A deal, with me? I remember telling you over twenty years ago that after our first collaboration, I would never do business with someone like you again. Have you forgotten in your old age?"
Charles replied, "Ebenezer, I haven't forgotten your words, but I ask that you first listen to what I have to say. After that, I guarantee you will want to make a deal with me!"
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