I couldn’t accept it.
Why should someone who committed every imaginable evil get to sit on a fortune he could never spend in a lifetime, flee overseas, and live freely and happily?
That hatred grew wildly in my heart, spreading like weeds, almost swallowing my reason whole.
At that moment, I wanted only one thing—to make him pay.
To be torn apart a thousand times.
I took a deep breath, forcing myself to press down the surging emotions in my chest, bit by bit.
Yet my hand refused to obey; my fingers were still trembling slightly.
I slowly turned to the next page of the file.
The instant I saw what was written there, my eyes flew wide open, my pupils contracting sharply, as if all the blood in my body had rushed to my head.
After the shock came a nearly uncontrollable surge of wild
