Chapter 891: Don’t you plan to give an explanation?2 Chapter 891: Don’t you plan to give an explanation?2 By the ti Arnold Johnson found Victoria Garcia, the sun was almost setting, a cool breeze wafted through the graveyard.
Victoria had long shed her wedding dress, now wearing a black T-shirt and pants, sitting in front of her mother Josephine Garcia’s grave, silent, just quietly looking at her gentle smile.
She herself didn’t know how long she had maintained this posture.
When Arnold Johnson stood behind her, Victoria did not turn around or speak, but just continued to maintain this posture.
She hadn’t vanished into thin air; she just wanted to be alone and quiet, here, the place that best allowed her to think clearly.
“Madam Johnson…” Arnold Johnson sat down beside her and called her softly.
Victoria cut him off coldly, “From now on, please have Mr. Johnson call Miss Garcia, that would be more fitting for both our statuses.”
“Status? Are you talking about ending our relationship? By ending the relationship, do you an you want a divorce?” Arnold Johnson asked, his voice sowhat suppressed.
A trace of sorrow flickered across the bottom of his eyes.
“Yes, I want a divorce from you, whether you agree or not,” Victoria said still coldly.
Arnold Johnson couldn’t help but say, “I don’t agree. You won’t be able to divorce no matter what.”
“Mr. Johnson, please don’t make things so absolute. I am resolute about getting this divorce,” Victoria said with cold finality, as firm as the look in her eyes at that mont.
Arnold Johnson felt the Victoria in front of him was a stranger; she had suddenly beco so different.
“Don’t you think you owe an explanation?” Arnold Johnson said quietly.
Victoria couldn’t help but let out a cold laugh, “You’ve found here, don’t you already know the truth?”
“I need to hear it from you,” Arnold Johnson’s gaze remained on Victoria, as if he wanted to see sothing hopeful in her eyes.
Unfortunately, there was nothing but indifference and calm.
It was as if he had returned to the Victoria he first t, or rather, she was even more indifferent than before.
“Since that’s the case, I want to hear it from you. Alan killing Turner Brown was arranged by you, right? Sending my mother to jail was also your doing, and bribing Alexander Mitchell’s uncle and his mother to act out those scenes, it was all orchestrated by you, wasn’t it?” Victoria said, looking at him coldly.
Indeed, she knew everything after all.
Arnold Johnson, seeing her indifferent expression, still tried to explain, “I admit that my thods were extre at the ti, but I never intended to harm your mother. I had greased palms both high and low, only hoping to inconvenience your mother for a while before she could be freed.”
“But my mother died because of your self-directed charade,” Victoria retorted with heart-wrenching indifference.
Arnold Johnson knew this matter originated from him, and all he could say was sorry.
“This was beyond my expectation, I swear I never anticipated such a thing to happen, nor did I ever wish for your mother to vanish from this world.”
What use were his words now? Her mother was dead and could never co back.
And she was to marry and have children with the man indirectly responsible for her own mother’s death; what a joke.
“Arnold Johnson, all this that you’ve masterminded, it’s just because I resemble that woman nad Julia, isn’t it?”
Victoria looked at him with a sneer, watching the panic that flashed montarily in his eyes.
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