Among all the speculations, this was the only one that seed realistic. Because even if Victoria had been pushed off the building, Jas had never once revealed any flaws over the years.
So, it was impossible. Jas had made his preparations, but he had never been cruel enough to demand a divorce from Victoria!
Eric extended his well-defined fingers, trembling as he flipped through the photos one by one. Each photo captured a different angle.
Even Jas and Grace, with their panicked expressions and disheveled clothes, along with himself wailing in agony, had all been photographed.
Once again, Eric saw himself as a child.
The wound was ripped open, raw and bleeding—it hurt so much!
He was a grown man now, yet that childhood experience had beco a defining mont in his life.
That blood-red dusk—Eric would never forget the sheer helplessness and terror he had felt. In the photos, he started off confused, then eventually burst into uncontrollable sobs, his face contorted beyond recognition.
These photos were drenched in sorrow, making Eric’s heartbeat nearly co to a stop...
As if the tragedy was unfolding before his eyes once again!
Cold sweat broke out on Eric’s forehead, his heart twisted in pain, and his temples throbbed violently, as if sothing in his mind was replaying the nightmare over and over again—relentlessly tearing open his scars.
With a furious roar, he swept the photos off the table, scattering them onto the floor.
His entire body felt weak. He slumped into his chair, leaning against the backrest, and picked up his phone to dial John’s number.
"John, get over here... right now."
John was startled. What had happened to Eric? Why did his voice sound so frail and exhausted?
"Understood, Mr. Nelson. I’ll be there right away!"
John had just returned from his honeymoon in Country Y only a day ago. He had planned to take another three days off before returning to work.
But the mont he received Eric’s call, he ignored his wife’s complaints, hastily dressed, and rushed to the company.
When he arrived and pushed open the office door, a thick, choking sll of smoke filled the air, making him freeze for a mont.
Eric rarely smoked.
He only did so when he was in an extrely bad mood, deeply frustrated.
Having worked with Eric for so many years, John had only seen him smoke twice—once when Ella broke up with him, and the second ti when she went to find Elias alone.
During that period, Eric had been like a completely different person—cigarette in hand at all tis, reeking of strong, acrid smoke.
"Mr. Nelson, what happened?" John asked softly, his gaze shifting to the photos scattered on the floor.
His expression darkened instantly.
He hadn’t seen the people in these photos before, but he could vaguely guess who they were.
Kneeling down, his hand trembled slightly as he picked up one of the photos. In it, a seven-year-old Eric was clinging to Victoria’s lifeless body, wailing in grief.
John’s heart filled with a bitter sorrow. Who had sent these photos to Eric?
Logically speaking, after Victoria jumped, Jas had imdiately called ergency services. The dical staff arrived quickly, and no one should have had the ti or reason to take such photos.
The only possibility was that the person who took them was either a reporter or soone who had deliberately kept these photos all these years.
Grace had been with Jas at the ti, and if it had been him, Eric wouldn’t have let him co near.
"Find out... who the hell took these pictures!"
Eric’s breath was heavy, his eyes cold as ice.
His sharp, handso features were laced with chilling hostility, his entire presence exuding a stormy fury.
There was a murderous glint in his eyes. "That bastard must have a death wish!"
Whoever had taken these photos was probably planning to leak them.
Back then, Eric had been only seven years old—too young to understand the news.
Besides, the trauma of Victoria’s death had already been enough to push him into becoming a withdrawn, autistic child.
"Have these photos ever been published?"
"Alright, boss, I’ll check right away."
"And... check if these photos have ever been published," Eric said harshly, his eyes flashing with malice.
John nodded, gathering the photos before quickly leaving Eric’s office to find his brothers and use special ans to track down the bastard who sent the photos.
Eric, however, remained seated in his office until his secretary walked in with so urgent docunts, snapping him back to reality.
He opened the files, but after just a few glances, he couldn’t continue.
It felt like his heart was being pierced by countless needles, the fine pain causing his face to turn pale, cold sweat dripping down his brow.
What should he do?
How had he beco like this?
So much ti had passed, yet upon seeing those cruel photos, Eric was once again confronted by the tragedy. He suddenly hated himself for not being able to protect his mother properly!
The sky seed to darken, and he couldn’t see a shred of light.
He didn’t know how long he sat there.
Then, Ella called him. She had received a call from John, which prompted her to reach out to Eric.
Eric’s mood was off, so John, worried, secretly called Ella.
"Eric, when are you coming ho? How about we go pick up our son together?" Ella’s voice was gentle, and for the first ti, Eric’s thoughts began to return to his body.
He gasped lightly, wiping his sweat, and casually replied, "You go ahead and pick him up... I need to wait here for a bit before heading ho."
Eric was worried that if Ella saw him in this state, she’d be deeply concerned. So he needed to get his emotions in check before returning ho.
"Are you really okay? Eric, John told everything. If you’re feeling bad, just co ho, okay? Don’t think too much..."
Eric felt a twinge of annoyance, silently cursing John for ddling.
He insisted that he was fine, and Ella, helpless, went to pick up their son alone.
Eric sat back down in his chair, cold sweat forming in his palms.
It wasn’t that he didn’t want to be honest with Ella, but she was pregnant now, and he didn’t want to burden her with too much stress.
Clearly, his emotional state was being influenced by his past struggles with autism and depression.
The photos, however, had plunged him back into hell, causing his heart to break all over again.
He couldn’t forget how Victoria, the woman who had loved him most, had once tenderly given him the world, only to leave him so suddenly!
He couldn’t accept it.
At five o’clock in the afternoon, Ella arrived at the entrance of Little Prince Kindergarten to wait for their son.
Elias and Dorian ca out together, and Ella noticed that Ms. Taylor was no longer teaching at the school. Ella knew that Taylor had so kind of relationship with Lin.
But what kind of relationship it was, she didn’t want to ask further. After all, anyone who had interacted with Isaac or provided him with information had been secretly handled by Eric.
"Mommy, why didn’t Daddy co to pick up?"
"Yeah, where’s Daddy?"
Usually, Ella and Eric would pick them up together, but sotis he was busy with work. Still, the kids really missed their dad.
"Daddy’s busy. He’ll probably be ho by the ti we get there," Ella forced a smile.
Just then, a little boy ran over but was stopped by two bodyguards.
"Big sister, it’s !" The little boy was beaming with excitent, his eyes sparkling with a warm, golden light.
Ella suddenly rembered this boy—he was the one who had mistaken her for a model last ti.
To be honest, after Brandon’s incident, Ella didn’t have much fondness for boys who liked to draw. But since she didn’t know this boy, she didn’t feel any dislike either.
She gave a simple nod. "I rember you. Is there sothing you need?"
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