Chapter 654: Chapter 355: My Sister Actually Died for a Man Like You
Grayson Forrest nodded and smiled, "Jane Quinlan is a sensible child. If she really feels wronged, just apologize to her, and some things will be over.
Now, Kay Forrest listens to Jane Quinlan. As long as Jane Quinlan forgives you, the discord between you and Kay Forrest is nothing to worry about."
Nolan Moore nodded, "Okay, I understand, Director Forrest. Rest assured, I won’t do anything to worry you again.
For someone who is neither kin nor kith like me, you’ve already provided enough care."
Grayson Forrest looked at him, "All right, stop being so formal with me, don’t talk like that. Stay and have dinner with me."
"Okay."
Evelyn Claire locked herself at home after being released from the police station.
For two consecutive days, Kay Forrest received such news, and he even suspected that Evelyn Claire might have committed suicide at home.
He was planning to send someone to check inside, but on the third day, Evelyn finally came out of her house.
She changed into clean clothes and carried a food container to the side of a mountain in the suburbs.
She knew that someone was openly following her, but she didn’t say anything and didn’t resist.
She went to an old grave, opened the food container, and laid out the food. Then, she hoed the weeds at the head of the grave.
The person following her from a distance didn’t approach.
She said softly, "Sister, I might not have many chances to bring you tasty food in the future.
I made extra this time, eat more.
Also, I’ll burn more paper money for you this time.
Use it sparingly, because after this... no one will be able to burn paper money for you anymore.
A girl alone on the other side, don’t live in poverty.
If you find a good opportunity, consider doing some business."
She sniffed and said, "I can’t find our mother anywhere, I’ve searched for so many years with no news at all.
If she really cared about us sisters, she should have shown up by now.
Let’s just assume we don’t have a mother.
If I ever said I would bring her to see you, just take it as if I never said that."
Evelyn spoke as she poured a cup of wine for her: "I’ve killed someone."
Her eyes were filled with sorrow, "I didn’t mean to, but by the time anything had registered in my mind, I had already taken action in my first reflex.
I meant to protect myself, but afterwards, I really regretted it.
I shouldn’t have killed anyone.
If I hadn’t killed anyone, the Forrest Family wouldn’t be able to make things difficult for me.
But now..."
She sniffed again, "I’ve made a wrong move, and after that move, I can only keep making mistakes."
She sat in front of the tombstone for over two hours before leaving, "It’s getting late, I should go now. You... take good care of yourself."
Back in the city, she went to a mall and bought a few very expensive pieces of clothing.
She also went to the supermarket and brought home a bag full of tasty treats.
Now under tight surveillance, she can’t do much of anything.
But she wouldn’t just obediently wait at home to go to jail.
In the evening, she made a phone call to Jane Quinlan.
Jane Quinlan didn’t have much to do with Evelyn before, so she didn’t have Evelyn’s number.
Seeing a call from an unknown number and no ad markings, she picked it up.
When Jane heard Evelyn’s voice on the other end of the line, she couldn’t help but widen her eyes at Kay Forrest.
Kay Forrest puzzled, "What’s wrong?"
Jane placed her index finger over her lips and pressed the speaker button, speaking to the phone: "Evelyn Claire, what do you want with me?"
Kay Forrest’s brows raised, this woman still dared to call, huh, quite bold.
"I know you’re with Director Forrest, turn on the speaker."
"It’s on, go ahead," besides the speaker, she also activated the recording.
"I realize that after today, I’ll be arrested again.
This is the only night of freedom I have left, and some things need to be cleared up now."
Jane looked at Kay Forrest and swallowed nervously, Kay Forrest took the phone: "So you’re saying, you’ll admit to everything?"
"After today, I won’t be able to deny it anyway.
You’re keeping an eye on me like this just in case I run away, aren’t you?"
Kay Forrest scoffed coldly, "Should I commend your bravery, or say you’re being cowardly?
I thought you had the backbone to stick it out to the end.
And here you’re planning to confess today?"
"Kay Forrest, there’s no need for you to rush into mocking me.
Don’t you want to know why I cursed Jane Quinlan, why I pasted photos of you and your dad on the walls of my home?
I’ll give you an answer now, because I hate you.
My dad is dead, and no matter how he died, your company completely shrugged off the responsibility for this incident.
At that time, even though my dad had died, my mom was still struggling to get by with me and my sister.
If you had even a shred of humanity, and given my mom a bit of bereavement compensation, she wouldn’t have abandoned my sister and me.
Our family was destroyed because of you.
Are you not just afraid that we would hold you responsible after a deadly accident happened?
All these years, you have never felt a moment’s remorse for my dad’s death.
You murderers."
Kay Forrest snorted coldly: "The police concluded the case; they said your father died accidentally. Why should the company take responsibility?
If someone from the company is hit by a car on the street, should we also be responsible?
The Forrest Family runs a company, not a charity.
Everyone should be responsible for themselves, rather than expecting others to take responsibility for them.
If your mom abandoned you and your sister, that’s because she lacks humanity.
Blaming this excessive grievance on Skyward Group, don’t you think it’s a bit unreasonable?"
"You’re just making excuses for your lack of humanity," Evelyn Claire roared: "What’s more important, human life or money?"
"So, did you kill Wendy because human life is so important?"
Jane Quinlan snatched the phone and yelled into the receiver.
"Evelyn Claire, I really can’t understand how you could ever think of killing someone.
No matter what Wendy did wrong, you had no right to kill her."
Wendy fell silent for a moment after Jane Quinlan’s words: "This is my business."
"So, can I also say that your dad’s death is your own business and has nothing to do with the Forrest Family?
Your loved one died, you know the pain of grieving.
Have you not considered what Wendy’s parents, with only one daughter, are supposed to do now?
You’ve caused them to send off their child in her prime, where is your humanity?
Wendy wasn’t even married yet, she was so young."
Evelyn Claire laughed wildly: "Humanity? I gave her a chance, who asked her to meddle in others’ affairs?
If she hadn’t meddled, I wouldn’t have even thought to give her a hard time.
When she first came to my house, I wanted to let her go.
But she came a second time; couldn’t I protect myself?
I just didn’t expect that she would lead you to me."
Jane Quinlan, grinding her teeth: "Even now, do you still feel you haven’t done anything wrong?
Weren’t you scared when you heard about Wendy’s death?"
"Stop talking, I didn’t call to be scolded by you today.
Wendy is dead, and since the consequences have been wrought, I have no regrets."
Kay Forrest sneered, as if there was no room for regret.
"Murder for life, I will pay the price for my actions.
But you, Kay Forrest, will have to pay the price for your actions as well."
Jane Quinlan cursed irritably: "Evelyn Claire, are you sick in the head, can’t you understand human speech?
Your dad died in an accident; why should Kay Forrest pay the price?
Do you really think you’re a god, a Judge, who decides who must bear responsibility for someone’s death?
If that’s the case, then you’re the one who should pay with your life.
Your dad worked to support you, without you, he wouldn’t have died."
"Jane Quinlan, I don’t have the time to argue with you, this grudge is between me and the Forrest Family, don’t interfere."
"Your grudge with the Forrest Family?" Jane Quinlan laughed in disbelief: "What gives you the right to say it’s a grudge with the Forrest Family when even I know it’s a unilateral war you’ve started?
You say I am being unreasonable, but you’re the one being unreasonable, clinging to something that happened twenty years ago, is that sensible?
You just want money, right? Why don’t you take this matter directly to Director Forrest and ask for money?"
Kay Forrest raised an eyebrow and nodded; Jane Quinlan got to the point.
Knowing his father, if Evelyn Claire played the pitiable card, the old man might just give in out of misplaced kindness.
"You don’t understand anything. You just don’t get it. My hatred for Kay Forrest isn’t because of my dad.
It’s because of my sister. Kay Forrest, you are a fiend.
Did you not find her photo on my sister’s memorial tablet familiar when you saw it at my house the other day?
My sister died because of a man like you; she was truly pitiable."