Chapter 1194 Right The Wrong


    Trevor kneeled when he realized Waylon was the only person in the living room.


    He pleaded, "Mr. Adelmar, please spare me and undo the thing you did to my acupoints. I''ve been in


    pain every night since you stabbed me with the needle in Barbecue City. Isn''t it sufficient that I


    acknowledge my mistakes?"


    "Humph! You''re aware of your mistakes?"


    Waylon sneered coldly and chided, "You''ve got quite a life out here, don''t you? I''ve heard that you''ve


    established a reputation for yourself in Struyria. Aren''t those dignitaries respectfully addressing you as


    Master Ywain when they seek your help?"


    Trevor replied bitterly, "Haha, aren''t I achieving those with the knowledge I pick up from your n? How


    could I be Master Ywain without the knowledge I stole from your family? I''m aware of my mistake.


    Please forgive me."


    Taking a sip from his cup, Waylon grinned icily and said, "Haha, you did more than that. You also used


    that talent of yours to harm my rtives. How can I forgive you?"


    "That''s not true! I didn''t do that."


    Trevor frantically shook his hands. He argued, "I didn''t hurt anyone in your family."


    "Aren''t you the one who released the Deathly Desire and Wraith Petal?" Waylon narrowed his eyes and


    questioned.


    After a brief moment of shock, Trevor nodded and said, "Yes, it''s me."


    "You didn''t hurt anyone in my family? Deathly Desire had hurt my sister, and Wraith Petal had harmed


    my brother-inw."


    Trevor kowtowed and pleaded, "I''ve no idea. I deserve to die. I know I have made a grave mistake.


    Please forgive me!"


    Waylon waved his hand and stated, "I''ve learned the full story, and I know who is responsible for all of


    this. We''re family, so I won''t pursue this any further. Get up."


    Despite his relief, Trevor remained on his knees and pleaded, "Mr. Adelmar, I''m not cured. Given my


    age and the fact that I worked for your father, please spare me.


    Waylon chuckled and mocked, "You still remember that you used to work for my father? Did my old


    man mistreat you? But, you have betrayed us and fled from the ind."


    Trevor wore a bitter expression and said, "I''m blinded by greed and wanted to make a name for myself


    with the knowledge of the n. Why can''t I just ept my punishment and repent?"


    "Fine," Waylon smiled faintly.


    "You should confess to my father if you''re willing to ept the punishment. He is, after all, the one you


    have wronged the most. Go back to Adelmar Ind. Correct your mistakes where you made them."


    Trevor was at a loss for words. N?vel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive ? material.


    Wouldn''t I be wasting half of my life if I did this? Isn''t my life returning to square one?


    "You don''t have enough money?"


    Waylon picked up his bag and tossed him a stack of cash.


    "Hurry back to Adelmar Ind and bring the books you stole with you. Within a fortnight to a month,


    you will be paralyzed and unable to move if your acupoints are not released. You won''t be able to


    eat and drink and suffer a slow, agonizing death."


    In fear, Trevor''splexion became pallid. He wept pitifully and said, "Mr. Waylon, that won''t do!"


    Waylon asked with a frown, "Why are you still here? I don''t have time to waste on you!"


    Trevor snatched the cash off the coffee table and promised, "I''ll do as you said. I''ll bring the books,


    return to the ind, and beg Master Adelmar for mercy."


    After that, he hurried out of the vi.


    Waylon left for the Imperial Pce and didn''t return to Hellion Bay for lunch.


    After Doris fed Una and Nessa, she hurriedly finished her meal and hopped in a cab to the Nightfall


    Cafe.


    She noticed there were lots of customers when she checked the Nightfall Cafe''s social media page in


    the morning. Additionally, they received a lot of orders online.


    Emmeline was in charge of the pastries while she was away. She was skilled at making desserts.


    Doris felt bad about it, though. How could she let Emmeline handle those orders all by herself?


    Her phone rang as she was riding in the cab. She pulled her phone out of her bag and saw that the


    caller was Daniel.


    Her mind went nk.


    Daniel? Something happened, but I couldn''t remember it.


    She answered the call and said, "Hi, Mr. Daniel."


    Daniel was agitated. He asked, "Where are you?"


    "I''m on my way to work."


    "Take a detour," Daniel demanded, "I''ll be waiting for you in the Tea Room close to the Struyria


    Banquet."


    Doris fell silent briefly before blurting out, "Why would you like to see me?"