Chapter 252


    Chapter 252 Departure


    “It’s gettingte. I’ll be leaving now.” Joaquin trotted toward the corner. Selena looked at the corner and


    whispered, “Take care.” Then she took Juniper and boarded the flight.


    Juniper looked up at her. “Mommy, you hugged Joaquin for a long time. I think I saw him whispering


    something.”


    Selena pursed her lips in a smile and went down to straighten out Juniper’s clothes. I think Juniper


    shouldn’t know about this. If it turns out to be a mistake, she’d be devastated. “Jojo told me he likes you


    very much, and he’ll miss us.”


    “Really?” Juniper was overjoyed. Jameson was usually the one who’d say that, and Juniper knew


    Joaquin wouldn’t. “Yes. He’s just too shy to say it.”


    “Yeah! I like Jojo too, and…” Juniper looked crestfallen, and she whispered almost inaudibly,


    “Jameson.” Selena looked back onest time and thought, Take care.


    The business ss cabin was silent. The moment the ne took flight, Juniper fell asleep. Sitting


    beside, Selena tucked her in and looked ahead.


    I must find Jameson. She trusted what Joaquin said. If he said Jameson was alive, then Jameson had


    to be alive. I will find out about the truth and prove my innocence! I must find Jameson!


    “Goddammit!” A furious roar shook the Fowler Residence, and everyone kept their silence.


    John only mourned for a few days after Jameson’s funeral. When he was finally going to kill Selena to


    avenge his grandson, nobody was there to be found in the basement.Property of N?)(velDr(a)ma.Org.


    He didn’t think Selena could run away right under his nose, so the only exnation for it was that


    Pierre had helped her, and Pierre admitted to it.


    “You b*stard! Did that temptress enve you?! She killed your son! That’s your son she killed! How


    could you let her go?”


    John was furious, and he swung his bat against Pierre mercilessly, mming into him. Pierre didn’t


    retaliate nor retort, merely keeping quiet and enduring the pain. Thus, John, crazed and wallowing in


    fury, abused Pierre without holding back.


    Everyone in the residence could hear the beatings, and they feared it, as if they were the ones being


    abused.


    Pierre was harkened back to the year when he was seventeen. That time, John walloped him with the


    same bat in an attempt to force him to join the forces. Ah, memories.


    “Why did you let her go? Tell me! Tell me why!” John roared, his voice hoarse. The old man wanted an


    outlet to unload his bereavement, and only his son was around for it.


    However, Pierre said nothing, not even a word. His silence fueled John’s anger further, and he kept


    walloping his son with the bat.


    Helen heard the beatings, but she didn’t even bat an eye. The woman sat down in her room and


    enjoyed her tea.


    She was the only one who could calm John down at that moment, but she wouldn’t do it. John wouldn’t


    kill his son, but the tension between him and Pierre would grow to the point of no return, and that was


    exactly what she wanted.


    At this time, Chris barged into the room. He had graduated university, but he kept finding excuses to


    dy his return. For the sake of attending Jameson’s funeral, however, he couldn’t dy it any longer.