Chapter 267

Brandon's squinting eyes reminded me of a venomous snake slithering in the dark.

Even after being locked up in the police station for so long, he hadn't changed a bit.

I had long lost any sympathy for Brandon. Just seeing his face now filled me with disgust, even making me feel a bit nauseous.

But for Joanna's sake, I had to gather information from any possible source.

With that in mind, I held Kathy's hand and said to Brandon, "After all this time in here, have you regretted anything yet?"

"Regret?" Brandon shot back, "Do you think I..."

But halfway through his sentence, he frowned.

Maybe he was considering my attitude.

Brandon suddenly gave me a meaningful look.

Meeting his gaze, I felt an inexplicable irritation.

If it weren't for this accident, my life could have been so happy, without any deviation from its path!

Looking at Brandon in front of me, how could I not hate him?

Even though Royce had helped me handle everything, and I was relatively happy now, having found my lost child, there was still hatred in my heart.

"Brandon, answer my question."

Kathy's eyes darted around, as if she had an idea, and she said to him, "We came to see you today. If you behave well, maybe we can put in a good word for you in a few days, be a witness for you."

I knew Kathy's words were just empty promises.

Even with a light sentence, Brandon would still have to serve at least ten days to a couple of weeks.

That time would be enough for him to learn his lesson. Besides, he had nothing left now. What could he do even if he got out?

I certainly wouldn't take him back. Who would he turn to?

But when people are desperate, they'll cling to any lifeline, even if it's a venomous snake.

Sure enough, after hearing Kathy's words, Brandon suddenly started crying, "Caroline, I knew you wouldn't be so heartless after all these years of marriage."

Before I could respond, Brandon continued, "I've really learned my lesson during this time, and I've been thinking a lot about our past together..."

"We're still husband and wife. I know I was wrong before. Can you give me another chance?"

"And we have kids together. Can you really bear to let them see us divorce like this?"

His words made me feel sick, not moved.

We had been divorced for a long time, and the kids had already accepted it. How could Brandon still use this as an excuse?

"Do you really regret it? Then why did you show up at my house?"

Brandon was taken aback by my question, "Wasn't it because I missed you?"

I scoffed, "You missed me? If you knew this would happen, why did you do it in the first place?"

"When someone steps into the abyss, how can they know the path they're on? Everyone deserves a second chance, don't they?"

If someone didn't know the truth, they might be moved by his words and think about giving him another chance.

But not me.

Through the glass window, Kathy squeezed my hand.

Maybe she was worried I'd be swayed by his words.

I felt a bit helpless.

Because I hadn't been decisive before, my friends now saw me as indecisive...

At least in some situations.

I cleared my throat, "Since you regret it, what do you plan to do after you get out?"

Brandon's eyes lit up, as if he thought I was really moved.

"When I get out, the first thing I'll do is find a job and start over. I won't bother you or the kids unless everything is settled."

"I'll find a job, get an income, rent a place, and live well. When I feel everything is better, I'll ask to see the kids..."

Brandon was already planning his future.

But to me, his words were just ironic.

"You've got it all figured out."

Brandon looked at me, "Don't you believe me? If I wasn't a decent person, why did you marry me in the first place?"

Of course, because I was deceived by Brandon!

I kept that thought to myself, not wanting to provoke him.

I still had questions for him.

But Brandon started crying again, tears streaming down as if he was truly moved by his own words.

He kept talking about his mistakes and his plans for the future.

I didn't believe a word of it. Watching his performance made me feel disoriented.

After all the wrongs Brandon had done, he now wanted to wipe the slate clean?

Finally, Kathy couldn't take it anymore, "Brandon, shut up!"

"All this talk is disgusting! Think about it, if Caroline had drugged you back then, how would you feel now?"

"Do you think a few empty promises and some tears are enough?"

Listening to Kathy scold him, I felt very calm inside.

Time had passed, and I was no longer the person I used to be.

Sensing my firm attitude, Brandon sneered, "So you were just playing me, giving me false hope, right?"

"Watching me cry and regret in front of you, does that make you feel good?"

Sure enough, once he realized we weren't there to help him, his true colors showed.

Kathy laughed, "Why would someone like you deserve help? If a few promises could get you out, what would we need the police for?"

Realizing we were in the police station, Kathy lowered her voice.

Seeing my cold demeanor, Brandon leaned back, "Then why are you here? You can't just be here to see me, right?"

"Does seeing me like this benefit you in any way?"

I finally couldn't hold back, "Of course it does."

"Seeing you like this is nothing compared to how I was bedridden. Do you know, Brandon, if I were more vindictive, I would have given you the same drug you gave me! I'd lock you up, drug you every day, make you as dazed as I was, and then kick you out like trash."

These were words I had wanted to say to him for a long time.

Now that I had said them, my expression showed no mercy.

Brandon stared at me for a long time, his gaze complicated.