Chapter 263 Antonio Turns Out to Have No Family
Antonio's face darkened instantly. Since the last meeting, he had deliberately avoided anything related to Lucien.
The police not only revealed Lucien's involvement in hiring a hitman but also unearthed his past economic crimes and tax issues. With multiple charges stacked against him, it seemed that he would spend the rest of his life behind bars.
"Mr. Valencia, shall we go?" James asked.
Antonio furrowed his brows and replied, "Let's go."
After all, they had come this far, and there needed to be some resolution.
Sarah overheard everything and stood up, handing Antonio his coat. "Go. I'll wait for you at home with the children. Come back early."
"Okay," Antonio smiled slightly.
Yes, the people in this villa were his family. No matter where he went, he would always return home.
...
Lucien's status was unique, and since the case had not yet been sentenced, his cell was set up separately. Even so, his cell echoed with his shouts of insults.
Even before Antonio could approach, he could already hear Lucien's hoarse screams. "I want to see Antonio! Bring that bastard to me! Did you hear me? I want to see him, have him come over immediately!"
"Why do you want to see me?" Antonio asked as the cell door opened, revealing his figure in front of Lucien.
The two met eyes through the iron bars. The cramped cell made Lucien, who had always lived a privileged life, appear as disheveled as a beggar. But his eyes glared fiercely at Antonio. If looks could kill, Antonio would have been riddled with holes a long time ago.
"You bastard! You ungrateful, bastard!"
Antonio had heard such words since he was young, but he never understood why Lucien felt the need to curse him this way.
Sitting on a clean chair, he looked at Lucien behind the iron bars, feeling a tinge of sorrow in his heart. After all, this man had raised him.
"All the crimes you committed over the years have been exposed. Hiring a hitman alone is enough for a death penalty, but..."
"Death penalty... Well, Antonio, are you so eager to kill me? You ungrateful beast! If I had known it would come to this, I should have never let you live!"
Antonio frowned. His intuition told him that Lucien might reveal more, something unexpected. But before he could say anything, Lucien continued:
"Antonio, at this point, I have nothing to hide anymore! I'm going to die anyway, so let me...
"Let me tell you generously," Lucien said, "You are not even a member of our Valencia family!"
Antonio was stunned for a moment and then asked, "What do you mean?"
Lucien sneered. "Your biological parents died a long time ago, and it was our Valencia family who saved you and raised you as a part of it. But you, ungrateful man, have repaid me with revenge, wanting to bring me to my death! What right do you have?"
Lucien's eyes became even more sinister, and an overwhelming hatred surrounded him, as if he wanted to break through the iron bars and strangle Antonio to death.
"Do you know that if it weren't for you, my real grandson wouldn't have died! It should have been you who died! It should have been you!"
Lucien forcefully pounded on the iron bars, his madness deeply imprinted in Antonio's eyes.
Antonio found it hard to breathe, and his eyes were filled with disbelief.
How could this be?
He was not a Valencia after all...
It was no surprise Lucien never took a liking to him from a young age or that he always referred to him as a bastard. Despite his efforts, Antonio never garnered support from the Valencia family.
Everything had become clear; he did not belong here.
That proud family, that place where he willingly endured contempt, turned out to have no relationship with him at all.
Antonio didn't know how he managed to leave the prison cell. The ringing in his ears grew louder, disturbing his thoughts.
He sat in the car, unsure of where to go in this vast city. Where did he belong?
Antonio didn't let anyone follow him and drove to the lakeside. He held an expensive bottle of Louis XIII in his hand, but no matter how much strong liquor he poured down, it couldn't make him forget what happened today.
He didn't want to dwell on this memory, clinging to the fragile veil of illusion that shielded him from the truth.
The truth that he could deceive himself into believing he only had a grandfather who didn't love him.
Antonio felt a heaviness in his chest, worse than knowing that Lucien was the one who killed him.
At this point, he had lost all hope. He didn't know who his parents were or even his own last name.
It seemed that Lucien had no intention of telling him either.
Yet, he still dedicated himself to Valencia Inc...
What meaning did his actions have?
Antonio's name had no connection to him. He was just an orphan picked up by the Valencia family.
Even a stray dog had the word "home" attached to it, but what about him?
He didn't
There was a home...
Just at that moment, a familiar female voice rang out beside him.
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