Chapter 321


    It was a cold hard truth everyone should know. Those who did bad things not only wouldn''t feel guilty or


    sad for what they did, but they also would be able to have a good night''s sleep. People like Valerie and


    Andrea would only regret notpletely killing off the person they loathed. Taking life away wouldn''t


    make them lose sleep at night. On the contrary, they wouldn''t even be bothered and would feel that the


    person deserved it.


    The next day.


    In Irvin''s office.


    Irvin handed me the recording from the night before and asked, "What are you going to do next?"


    Watching the video of the scenes that I had personally experienced, I felt a dull pain in my chest, and I


    was bitter with resentment. I shifted my gaze to Irvin and said, "Can you help me to ask Aaron out for a


    meeting?"


    He frowned and asked, "What do you want to see him for?"


    Pausing the video and locking the phone screen, I answered without much emotions, "I want to let


    Andrea see this video unintentionally. Aaron is an expert in IT, and he''s the only one I know that can do


    this. Besides, based on how he feels for me, I don''t think he''ll ever make peace with the Moore family if


    he saw this video."


    His brows knitted tightly together, and his face darkened, Irvin pointed out, "Arianna, you''ve changed.


    You''ll do anything to achieve what you want now, right?"


    Amused, I looked upwards at him and asked, "Are you saying that I''m manipting Aaron because he


    has feelings for me?"


    Irvin scowled. Knowing that he was unhappy, I continued, "Irvin, haven''t you noticed that I''m also taking


    advantage of how you feel for me to take revenge?"


    With mixed feelings, he sighed softly and said, "I know you''re upset, but..."


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    "Do you still want to help me?" I cut his short, not wanting to listen to what he was going to say next. I


    had once been good-natured and benign, but what happened to me was far too tormenting for me to


    just let it go. I was no saint. I couldn''t still keep someone in my prayers when they stabbed me.


    Irvin gazed at me for a long time. Then, he finally nodded and said, "I''ll help you do whatever you want.


    After all, I''m doing these things willingly. But I hope you won''t regret it in the future."


    Iughed wryly at his words, tears seeping down my cheeks.


    "I would never regret taking down the Moore family. However, someday in the future, I think I might


    regret taking advantage of you and Aaron. But I can''t do this myself, and I can''t think of anyone who


    would help me besides the two of you."


    He sighed softly and said no more.


    Afternoon.


    At a cafe.


    Aaron looked sickly to me after seeing him for the first time in two months. His expression changed


    when I sat down in front of him, and he seemed to feel sorry for me. I couldn''t figure out if he felt that


    because of what I had been through, or that he didn''t keep me safe.


    After sitting down, I didn''t say a word. Seeing this, Aaron, who had always been reticent, said,


    "Arianna, I have been ming myself for not reaching you sooner every single day for the past two


    months. I went to you immediately after you called me that night. But I was toote. I only saw the car


    burning into ash when I arrived. Can you tell me what happened to you that night? How did you lose


    the baby?"


    Sometimes, when one kept tragedy to themselves a long time enough, they would begin to forget the


    horror in it. Then, hatred came after pain.


    I was rather reposeful. Looking at Aaron, I said lightly, "I can''t recount what happened that night


    because it gives me so much pain to talk about it every time. It''s killing me. But Irvin found a camera in


    the warehouse, and it recorded what happened that night. You can watch for yourself."


    I pushed my phone towards him. On the screen, it was the video that I had staged. He didn''t hesitate to


    y it.


    As the video yed, Aaron''s face darkened with uncontroble rage. The veins on his hands were


    visible because he was clenching the phone with so much force, and his eyes reflected the anger he


    felt.


    He stayed in the same posture even after the video finished for a long time. After that, when he raised


    his eyes to look at me, his eyes were red- rimmed. He asked, "Who did it?"


    I lowered my head, failing to hold back my tears. I didn''t want to cry. When I looked back to him, tears


    rolled down uncontrobly. I choked, "Valerie. And the Moore family."