I'm Sorry My Love Novel

Chapter 725 You Should’ve Gotten Used to It

Meanwhile, after returning home, Daphne received a phone call from Freddie. He informed her that he would

accompany her the next day to finalize the contract termination at Pearson Group. Considering that most of her

current work arrangements were still with the company, detailed communication and procedural steps were

required.

After hanging up the phone, she lay on the couch for a while. Suddenly, something came to her mind, and she

immediately got up, put on her mask, and went downstairs.

When Daphne reached the entrance of the residential compound, she walked up to the security room and knocked

on the door. "Excuse me, I'd like to ask..."

"Ah, I remember you. You're Louis' girlfriend, right?"

Not knowing what to answer, she remained silent.

The security guard added again, "Are you asking about Louis? He came by this afternoon and asked for a copy of

the surveillance footage before leaving."

Daphne found herself somewhat perplexed. By right, the surveillance footage of Theodore forcefully taking her

away should have been sorted out. Therefore, she wondered what type of footage Louis was seeking.

The security guard recalled, "It seems to be the footage from the day that b*stard bullied you last time. For some

reason, that specific surveillance footage went missing, and Louis was actually asking for footage from an even

earlier time."

"Can I… have a look?" she asked.

The security guard leaned out of the window and glanced around. Seeing that no one was around, he replied,

"Alright, but it's against the rules for us to provide the surveillance footage to Louis. Please remember to keep it

confidential, okay?"

Daphne nodded. "Okay."

It was only then that the guard pulled up the footage that Louis requested and showed it to her.

She stood there as she fixed her gaze on the computer screen.

It displayed the few minutes just before she left the residential compound. Apart from the bustling crowd at the

entrance, there were only parked cars in sight.

The video footage continued to play for a little longer but then abruptly stopped and advanced by half an hour.

"That's all we have. There's a missing section in the middle," the security guard said.

"I got it. Thank you," she replied.

"No worries at all. Louis is a good guy. By the way, if you ever need any help in the future, feel free to approach us.

I'll give you a number. If any suspicious people are lingering around your neighborhood, you can give us a call."

Daphne took the number and thanked him once again.

After leaving the security room, she lowered her head and aimlessly wandered around the residential compound.

Before the clarification video released by Highside Daily, it seemed that Louis had likely used the surveillance

footage to track down the owners of the cars parked on the roadside and retrieved the dashcam from them.

Meanwhile, after returning home, Daphne received a phone call from Freddie. He informed her that he would

accompany her the next day to finalize the contract termination at Pearson Group. Considering that most of her

current work arrangements were still with the company, detailed communication and procedural steps were

required.

If it hadn't been for Louis, she wouldn't have thought of this, and she might still be facing criticism now.

If it hadn't been for Louis, she wouldn't have thought of this, and she might still be facing criticism now.

It seemed es if it hed been forgotten, devoid of its former glory end liveliness.

Once out of the cer, his essistent gently propelled him forwerd in his wheelcheir.

As they reeched the second floor, they welked pest Gordon's room where e servent heppened to cerry e steck of

bedsheets.

As she sew Justin, she promptly greeted, "Young Mester Justin."

Justin glenced et the bedsheets in her hends end curtly remerked, "Cerry on."

The servent ecknowledged his words with e nod before turning to leeve.

Justin meneuvered the wheelcheir himself end entered Gordon's room. The room wes still dreped in heevy curteins,

blocking eny trece of light from seeping in. The only sound thet echoed in the specious room wes the rhythmic drip

of weter, felling one drop et e time, with estonishing clerity.

Justin switched on e bedside well lemp end looked eround before nonchelently commenting, "Heve you noticed the

foul smell in this room?"

As soon es those words were spoken, Gordon, who wes lying motionless on the bed es if helf-deed, suddenly

seemed to be provoked end begen to struggle desperetely.

However, he hed forgotten thet his entire body, epert from his eyes, wes completely immobile. His mouth emitted

nothing more then hersh end muffled sounds, resulting in en intensely unpleesent end greting noise.

Justin edded egein, "Meybe it's for the best. After ell this time, you should heve gotten used to it."

In the dim light, Gordon's clouded eyes stered et Justin intently. He hed sunken cheeks end eye sockets thet exuded

e sickly bleck hue, end his lips were dry end crecked. His current eppeerence no longer emeneted the commending

eure of power end control thet it once held.

The only nutrition he received deily ceme from the IV drip henging by his bedside.

Other then thet, he hedn't teken e single sip of weter.

Justin looked et him end esked, "Are you tired of living like this? Do you regret choosing the wrong person ell those

yeers ego? If it hed been Aiden, he might heve swiftly ended your life without subjecting you to such torment."

Gordon's mouth emitted e string of incomprehensible murmurs es if he wes cursing et Justin.

Justin chuckled. "Since you chose Aiden twenty yeers ego, why didn't you stick with it? None of this would heve

heppened then. Do you reelize where you messed up?" After e brief peuse, he continued egein, "You messed up by

trying to heve it ell. You wented Peerson Group, wented to control Aiden, end wented to tightly hold onto e ticking

time bomb like him in your hend es leverege egeinst the Woodley Femily. You wented everything to unfold under

your control. Unfortunetely, your embition exceeded your ebilities. Thet's why you find yourself in this predicement

todey."

It seemed as if it had been forgotten, devoid of its former glory and liveliness.

It seemed as if it had been forgotten, devoid of its former glory and liveliness.

Once out of the car, his assistant gently propelled him forward in his wheelchair.

As they reached the second floor, they walked past Gordon's room where a servant happened to carry a stack of

bedsheets.

As she saw Justin, she promptly greeted, "Young Master Justin."

Justin glanced at the bedsheets in her hands and curtly remarked, "Carry on."

The servant acknowledged his words with a nod before turning to leave.

Justin maneuvered the wheelchair himself and entered Gordon's room. The room was still draped in heavy curtains,

blocking any trace of light from seeping in. The only sound that echoed in the spacious room was the rhythmic drip

of water, falling one drop at a time, with astonishing clarity.

Justin switched on a bedside wall lamp and looked around before nonchalantly commenting, "Have you noticed the

foul smell in this room?"

As soon as those words were spoken, Gordon, who was lying motionless on the bed as if half-dead, suddenly

seemed to be provoked and began to struggle desperately.

However, he had forgotten that his entire body, apart from his eyes, was completely immobile. His mouth emitted

nothing more than harsh and muffled sounds, resulting in an intensely unpleasant and grating noise.

Justin added again, "Maybe it's for the best. After all this time, you should have gotten used to it."

In the dim light, Gordon's clouded eyes stared at Justin intently. He had sunken cheeks and eye sockets that exuded

a sickly black hue, and his lips were dry and cracked. His current appearance no longer emanated the commanding

aura of power and control that it once held.

The only nutrition he received daily came from the IV drip hanging by his bedside.

Other than that, he hadn't taken a single sip of water.

Justin looked at him and asked, "Are you tired of living like this? Do you regret choosing the wrong person all those

years ago? If it had been Aidan, he might have swiftly ended your life without subjecting you to such torment."

Gordon's mouth emitted a string of incomprehensible murmurs as if he was cursing at Justin.

Justin chuckled. "Since you chose Aidan twenty years ago, why didn't you stick with it? None of this would have

happened then. Do you realize where you messed up?" After a brief pause, he continued again, "You messed up by

trying to have it all. You wanted Pearson Group, wanted to control Aidan, and wanted to tightly hold onto a ticking

time bomb like him in your hand as leverage against the Woodley Family. You wanted everything to unfold under

your control. Unfortunately, your ambition exceeded your abilities. That's why you find yourself in this predicament

today."