Chapter 790

"The court verdict is final."

Alexander Hamilton's voice was icy, each word piercing Vincent Croix's heart.

Vincent's knuckles turned white as he gripped the steering wheel. The torn judgment papers still seemed to flutter before his eyes. He'd spent the night preparing appeal materials with his lawyer, only to receive news that Bianca Langley was leaving the country.

"Mr. Hamilton," Vincent sneered, "I heard you and your wife divorced once too. Now you're meddling in other people's affairs?"

Evelyn Carter kept her eyes on her phone, her fingers tapping lightly. Bianca had promised to message them once she landed safely. By now, the plane should have taken off.

Alexander's gaze turned frigid. "We're not the same. At least I never got anyone killed."

The words struck Vincent like a knife. The image of that girl's tragic death flashed before his eyes again.

By the time traffic police arrived, Vincent's face was dark with fury. He scribbled his signature on the settlement form and sped toward the airport.

The departure hall echoed with flight announcements.

"Sir, may I see your boarding pass?" A staff member blocked Vincent's reckless charge.

Vincent seemed not to hear until police officers approached. He halted abruptly, steadying himself against the service counter as he stared at the empty runway.

Bianca's last photo showed her and their daughter smiling like sunflowers.

For months afterward, Vincent vanished without a trace.

One evening, Alexander walked hand-in-hand with Evelyn after dinner. In the twilight, he chose his words carefully: "Vincent is still searching for Bianca."

Evelyn stopped mid-step. "What does he want? He ignored their child completely before. Now he's playing the devoted father?"

Alexander hesitated.

"Just say it."

"That manager Wang from the Langley Group died in a car accident last week."

Evelyn raised an eyebrow. "Falling out among thieves?"

"He was Bianca's ex-boyfriend." Alexander's voice grew heavy. "Made some inappropriate comments at a dinner. Vincent force-fed him broken glass on the spot."

Evelyn suddenly remembered the drunkard Alexander had once held underwater. She gasped. "You mean—"

"We're... somewhat alike." Alexander smiled bitterly.

"No." Evelyn's voice was steel. "No child needs that kind of father. Bianca is happy now. That's what matters."

The night breeze carried away her unspoken words.