Yvette Ray looked at the evidence, remarkably calm.
After years of grievances, her innocence was suddenly proven; she should be happy, but she couldn’t smile.
Because this truth ca at the cost of her daughter’s life.
If she could, she would rather bear these charges forever, as long as Moira Ray could co back to life.
Ronan Keating trembled all over, a mixture of shock and anger in his eyes, staring at Claire Truman.
After a mont, he asked hoarsely, "Claire, was it you?"
Seeing Ronan in this state, Claire was utterly panic-stricken; she could only step forward and grab his hand, "Ronan, please believe , I did it all because I love you too much..."
Now, she felt fear—after doing so many things, would Ronan still forgive her?
Ronan laughed, a smile bitter and breaking to the heart.
Because she loved him too much; it was love that made her do such things!
Hiring soone to kill his mother, framing his girlfriend, even killing his daughter...
Each and every act was a blood-soaked hatred.
No wonder Yvette Ray was so traumatized.
Ronan now thought a guest was right earlier; he was just a fool—was this Claire’s so-called love?
"Ronan..." Claire tried to hold onto him.
Ronan flung her hand away, "Get away, don’t touch !"
Claire was pushed to the ground, she let out a startled cry, and no one ca forward to help her up.
The surrounding guests looked at her with eyes full of disdain and contempt; such a malicious person wouldn’t have been exposed otherwise.
Ronan exuded a chilling aura.
Claire wept while laying on the floor.
At this mont, Ronan finally rembered Yvette Ray, and his heart wrenched with a tearing pain.
The girl he hurt the most—he suddenly turned his head, "Yvette."
Watching Ronan cry with regret, Yvette smiled through her tears, tears seeming to carry blood.
Was she happy?
Not at all happy; all her years of grievances were brought by Ronan Keating, and now the truth was out, she could finally breathe a sigh of relief.
Yvette suddenly felt it all seed aningless.
Even if she killed Claire, so what? Just revenge followed by imprisonnt.
The Truman Family with their vast resources would surely find a way to extract Claire, while she might remain in prison and possibly further implicate the Ray Family.
That’s the difference, the disparity between the Ray Family and the Truman and Keating Families.
Right now, she desperately wants to leave, find a place to lick her wounds.
From now on, she and Ronan Keating are like strangers, with no further obligations.
Yvette stepped back several paces, turning to leave.
Ronan saw her movent and hurriedly grasped her hand, "Yvette, don’t go!"
"Ronan Keating, do you see it? I owe you nothing, we will have no more ties."
Upon hearing this, Ronan was in a great panic; he knew he couldn’t let Yvette go, or he might lose her forever.
He didn’t want to lose Yvette; he truly knew he was wrong.
"Ronan Keating, you are not blaless in Moira’s death; even if you were to kneel in front of her grave until you died, she wouldn’t forgive the father who condoned those who killed her."
Her eyes were blood-red, leaving one last sentence, "It would only taint her path to reincarnation."
Yvette shook off his hand and ran outside.
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