My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Raising his eyebrows, Ethan turned around and stood facing Patrick.

The light from outside the door illuminated his profile, but his face was against the light, making it difficult for Patrick to see his expression clearly.

"In a word, yes.

Although all the evidence that you raped my mom has been erased, do you honestly believe you can also erase all the crimes you've committed? The truth should be—and will be—revealed.

My mother is innocent.

It's time for you to take the fall for your sins.

We've been waiting for this day for a long time."

Then, the young man turned around and left.

Patrick watched him walk away in silence.

When Ethan was gone, Patrick raised his head, stared at the ceiling with his turbid eyes, and suddenly burst into manic laughter.

In the end, he lost.

Ethan had won.

The following day, Patrick went to the cemetery to see Sylvia.

He had never been there before.

The cemetery was located in a decent area.

there was a large plot of land covered in daisies, and the cemetery was surrounded

Sylvia was still alive, she liked flowers very

was not difficult to see why Ethan chosen this spot as her final resting

lilies

tombstone, he suddenly felt that time had slipped away from

Sylvia's beautiful and gentle smile

Patrick suddenly found himself unable to

lowered his head, wrought

Get on your knees.

your apology." Patrick heard Ethan's cold voice

humiliated, he squeezed his

felt an ounce of guilt for over twenty years, and now he wasonly

Sylvia. I

de a terrible mistake.

you." Patrick had

for over an hour before

*******

went straight to the police department

his crime of rape from thirty

the media to report this matter

ago, Patrick slandered Sylvia, claiming that she had seduced a married man

public had thought lowly of

her name was finally cleared and her

newspaper,

murmured, "It's