Filed To Story: Returning to Her Not-So-Poor Family
Perhaps his fists weren’t enough.
Clark used everything within his reach to hammer into them relentlessly.
“Spare us, please” one of them pleaded, “We were just following orders.”
“Did your bosses order you to touch her?”
“N-no.”
“She’s just a defenseless girl. Why couldn’t you leave her alone?”
Clark picked up a chair and smashed it onto the man. The chair splintered upon impact.
The man was drenched in blood, looking up at Clark with fear in his eyes, wanting to back away but lacking the strength to do so.Clark grabbed him again, beating him over and over.
“You wanted trouble with me? Well, here I am. Come at me.”
Clark proceeded to give them a thorough beatdown.
“Any man who lays a hand on a woman is no man at all.”
Clark slammed one of their heads into the wall.
“Are you even human?”
The man was barely breathing, yet Clark continued to pound him with his fists.
“Calling you beasts would be an insult to beasts.”
After what felt like an eternity, Clark looked around at the room filled with battered bodies, his eyes welling up with anger.
A group of lowlifes bullying an innocent, cheerful girl.
He remembered Crystal’s radiant smile and bubbly personality.
Clark wanted nothing more than to bury them alive!
“Mr. Collins, your hands are injured,” Someone noticed as Clark left the room and quickly approached him, “Should I get you a band-aid?”
“No need.” Clark said, just before getting in his car to leave, “Make sure to keep torturing them.”
“Understood.”
On the other side.Alger and Celeste stayed by their daughter’s body, tearfully sleepless.
Their most precious part of their lives was gone.
They felt empty.
“Celeste, if you don’t want to eat, at least drink some water.’ Louisa sobbed, “How can Crystal rest peacefully if you’re like this?”
“I want her to be restless.” Celeste’s dry eyes welled up with tears again, “I want her to feel guilty and restless. I want her to wake up.”
Louisa felt even more heartbroken upon hearing this.
She knew that Crystal would never wake up again, her body had already turned ice-cold.
“Mr. Alger, we’re heartbroken over this tragedy,’ Kenneth said, struggling to find the right words of consolation.
“Please have some food. You’re the head of the household and the backbone of the family. They still need you.”
“Where’s Clark?” Alger suddenly lifted his weary eyes to ask.
“Ah, Clark’s just outside,” Kenneth responded, suddenly realizing. “I’ll go fetch him.
But the corridor was already void of Clark’s presence.
Upon reaching Carol’s hospital room, Kenneth found several servants attending her.
Alger and Celeste had just lost their beloved daughter, and here was Carol being looked after by all these people.
Kenneth suddenly realized his son hadn’t empathized with the Temple family’s situation.
After all, Crystal had died because of the powerful force behind Carol.
Knocking on the door again, Clark asked the servants, “Where’s Clark?”
“We’re not sure.”
Kenneth then dialed his son’s number.
Clark’s fist was bleeding from a wound, staining his white shirt with spots of crimson. Two buttons were undone, giving him an aura of cold ruthlessness.Hearing his phone ring, Clark picked it up. His wound worsened, but he seemed indifferent.
“Where the hell have you been? Alger wants to see you! I understand you want to take care of your girlfriend, but Crystal just passed away. Have you thought about how Alger and Celeste might feel?”
“I’ll be there soon.”
Before Kenneth could finish his sentence, he heard the busy tone on the other end of the line. “Silly boy.” he muttered.
He was so thoughtless!
Clark rushed to the hospital as fast as he could, put on his coat to cover the prominent red stain on his shirt.
Kenneth anxiously waited by the elevator. Seeing his son appear, he couldn’t help but scold, “Where the hell have you been? If Alger and Celeste decide to give you a hard time, you better brace yourself, got it?”
After all, the Temple family only had one daughter.
And because of the powerful force behind his girlfriend, Crystal died so tragically.
“Alright.” Clark agreed and pushed open the door to Crystal’s hospital room.
The girl lay quietly on the bed, but Clark noticed a change in her since he last saw her a few hours ago.
Her face was even paler now, the pallor of the dead.
Alger suppressed his urge to punch Clark when he saw him. In front of his daughter, he asked in a hoarse voice, “Where are they? I want to avenge my daughter.”“All those who harmed Crystal are in police custody. The remaining few will be caught by noon tomorrow.”
Upon noticing Clark’s bleeding fist, Alger understood what had transpired. “You’ve seen them, haven’t you?”
“Yes,’ Clark admitted. “I have.”
“No matter how many times they are punished, it won’t bring my baby girl back,’ Celeste cried, agony etched in her voice.
“Even though we can’t bring Crystal back, we can’t let them off easily. They must pay the price.”
Clark clenched his fist before bowing deeply, “I’m sorry. This happened because of me. I don’t dare to ask for your forgiveness, but I hope you won’t grieve excessively. Your health is important.”
“My daughter is gone. What’s the point of being healthy or living a long life!” Celeste cried. “Clark, you don’t understand the pain of a parent who has raised a beloved daughter, only to lose her in such a horrific manner.”
Yes, their daughter had “meddled” and was captured by the bad guys while trying to save Logan and Taylor.
But if Carol hadn’t been targeted by those forces, if Carol wasn’t Clark’s girlfriend, then their precious daughter would have been home that day, having dinner with them after successfully closing a deal with a client.
Their precious daughter, who was already taking steps to take over the family business. The future of the Temple family’s assets was supposed to be in her hands.
But now.How were they, as parents, supposed to accept that their daughter was suddenly gone?
Clark could only bow deeply, his voice a mix of sorrow and regret, “I’m sorry.”
He knew that no amount of apologies could mend their broken hearts from the loss of their beloved daughter, but he genuinely felt sorry for them. He felt sorry for Crystal.
“I’ll take care of you both till I die” Clark seemed to make a decision, saying seriously, “You can treat me as your son. I’ll often come to visit and take care of you in your old age.”
Even though this couldn’t alleviate the pain felt by Alger and Celeste, at least they wouldn’t be left alone in this world.
“Give me all the information related to those people.’ Alger said, his voice weary, “And never show up in front of us again”
“But.”
“Leave.” Alger didn’t even want to glance at him, “I want to spend some time with my daughter.”
He had thought that he would have a lifetime to watch his daughter walk down the aisle in a wedding dress, have her own children.
But he never expected that their time together would be so short.
Clark’s eyes dimmed, “I’ll come back tonight”
He planned to wait until they calmed down a bit before visiting again. He wanted to help them in any way he could, including organizing Crystal’s funeral.
Time passed, and the day broke.Carol opened her eyes to find someone sleeping next to her. It was Clark.
He was lying on the edge of the bed, his head resting on one hand. He looked tired.