Chapter 764 Sarah Was Scared Stiff
Harold sneered, "You're really stubborn, huh? Fine, you'll pay her debt!"
He had the child in her womb aborted and left with a parting shot, "I'll find Carol. Her fate will be worse than yours, so you should thank me for showing mercy!"
Cynthia curled up in pain, her ears ringing.
Time flew by, and many years had passed, bringing it back to this dusty room.
The last entry in the diary read: [My child died because of Harold. He is a devil! He will pay for what he has done!]
The crooked handwriting showed Cynthia's anger and unease at the time.
That was the last diary entry.
After that, there was nothing more.
Shortly after losing her child, Cynthia's health went downhill. Despite taking care of her, her fiancé said many hurtful things and then left.
Cynthia went mad. She never wrote another word.
The truth was, after Harold had exacted his revenge on her, he finally felt his anger subside and remembered to look for Benjamin, only to find out that Benjamin had been adopted by the Valencia Family in the Capital City!
The Valencia Family had a grudge against him.
If it weren't for Carter, Harold wouldn't have even cared about Benjamin. So even though he knew Benjamin had been adopted, he was only annoyed that his enemy was raising him, feeling disgusted.
But what really bothered Harold was yet to come.
He hadn't expected that Benjamin grew up and got involved with Carol's daughter, Sarah!
This reignited the long-dormant hatred in his heart, and he resolutely began to plan how to use Benjamin to exact his revenge, which led to a series of subsequent events that followed.
Sarah's hands trembled violently as she closed the diary. The setting sun outside cast a faint glow into the room, giving it a desolate feeling of abandonment.
The sky had already darkened.
Only then did Sarah realize that she had been here for half a day.
The phone on the table beside her buzzed. Sarah got up to get it but collapsed back into her seat, her legs weak and numb.
After a while, she forced herself to pick up the phone, feeling dazed.
She wanted to call Antonio but felt like her throat was blocked, unable to utter a word.
Sarah didn't know how long she sat there.
Until a noise from downstairs startled her, and she shakily dialed the phone.
"Sarah?" A gentle voice came from the other end.
Her nose suddenly tingled as she uttered, "Antonio."
Antonio immediately panicked upon hearing her voice, "What's wrong?"
Tears silently streamed down Sarah's face. She didn't want to cry but couldn't help it.
"I found out everything that happened to Cynthia, Carter, and my mom." She paused slightly, "Harold is a devil!! How could he..."
Antonio listened to her choked voice on the phone, his heart racing with anxiety. "Don't cry, take your time, I'm listening."
After feeling her emotions calm down a bit, he asked, "How did you find out?"
"I found Cynthia's diary." Sarah gripped the diary tightly, "Everything was orchestrated by Harold. He is a bastard. Antonio, don't be alone with him anymore. He's too dangerous, and I'm very worried about you."
Then, clutching her chest, she recounted the diary's contents to Antonio in a broken voice. Antonio was silent for a long time after hearing it.
He never imagined that Carter was one of Harold's victims and that Harold had ruined the lives of three women!
Sarah could clearly hear the rapid breathing on the other end of the phone.
She felt heartbroken for the three woman and Antonio.
Sarah wiped away her tears and gently comforted, "Antonio, calm down, don't overthink. This is all Harold's fault! We must make sure he gets double the punishment!"
Finally, she said, "Antonio, don't be sad. I believe our mothers are both watching us from above and they surely want us to be okay."
Antonio took a deep breath and said hoarsely, "Okay. Sarah, I love you."
"I love you too."
After hanging up, he bowed his head deeply.
The faint light cast a lonely shadow, and his eyes, hidden in the light, were filled with fierce hatred!
Harold, that beast, that pervert!
Antonio swore he would make him wish he were dead!
Even in hell, he would find no peace!
Not long after, another call came in. It was Larry, the detective.
Antonio took a deep breath, suppressing his emotions. "Hello, Larry, any updates?"
"I found out some things." Larry's side was very quiet, each word clearly reaching Antonio's ears, "The thug and the employer were in single-line contact and never met. But I traced the payment information and found the account holder, a homeless man."
He paused, "However, he used to be an employee of a subsidiary of the Harrington Group and left the company eight years ago."
This result was within Antonio's expectations.
"Is this evidence enough to link it to Harold?"
"No."
Antonio's lips pressed tightly together, his anger flaring up again, unable to calm down.
It was obvious that Harold was behind this! But without direct evidence, there was nothing they could do!
Larry, not hearing a response, asked, "What now? Should I bring him in, or..."
Antonio blurted out, "I'll go see him first."
The former employee of the Harrington Group?
He wanted to see how much this old employee cared about the Harrington Group.
Antonio's eyes turned icy, "Don't worry, I know you have your rules, and I have my ways. I won't cause you any trouble."
Larry thought for a moment, "Alright, I'll send you the address."
He knew Antonio wasn't reckless but still reminded him, "Don't make a big scene."
Antonio nodded faintly.
After hanging up, he grabbed his car keys and headed out.
Soon, Larry sent a location, a remote suburb with old factories and dilapidated buildings awaiting demolition.
How guilty must this guy feel that he even chose to live in such a place?
Antonio sneered and brought a full team of 12 bodyguards.
After they left the main city, the streetlights grew dimmer, and the road narrower, with occasional passing cars and the eerie calls of night birds.
Upon arrival, the small building ahead was pitch black.
One bodyguard reported, "Mr. Harrington, it seems the person hasn't returned yet."
Antonio glanced at his watch and said, "Wait."
After some time, the sound of wheels approached, and bright headlights drew closer, stopping in a nearby open space.
Dennis Barnes got out of the car, carrying some food.
He whistled leisurely, unaware of the several black cars blending into the night a bit further away.
"Mr. Barnes, you're in a good mood."
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