Chapter 177 Evidence

I didn't sleep the entire night, checking the time on my phone from time to time. Once 11:00 pm struck, I got up and observed the situation in the hallway.

Alisa had arranged a VIP ward for me, which was coincidentally close to the fire escape. I silently counted down until I saw the surveillance camera at the stairs dim its red light. That was how I knew the surveillance system was refreshing. While everyone was distracted, I quickly made my way up to the rooftop.

It only took four flights of stairs to reach the rooftop from my floor. When I pushed open the rooftop door, I gripped my fruit knife once again.

The wind howled, and I tightened my clothes around me while looking around. Suddenly, the door closed behind me before a shadow appeared,

"Randall?" I carefully walked toward him, and his hoarse voice rang. "Follow me."

I walked with him and arrived at a corner. The wind here was milder, and it was dark.

Randall removed his cap and face mask, revealing the scars on his face. I gasped and covered my mouth, weeping continuously. "Randall, how... Why..."

"You've probably heard about the fire." He sighed, shook his head, and sat on an abandoned chair. "It's been a while, Eva. I'm so, so glad to see you."This is from .

I nodded, unsure of what to say at the moment. Should I have said, "Good to see you, too"? He didn't seem too well to me. Perhaps I should be happy to see him because that meant he was well and alive.

"You saw Riva, didn't you?" I choked with emotion again as I recalled his figure outside the ward that day. It was painful to see that the father and daughter continued to stay separated even after many years.

He nodded, his gaze full of affection. "Riva has grown taller and prettier. She used to resemble my late wife, Chantelle, when she was young. Now, she resembles me instead."

He continued, "I'm almost confident that Keenan caused her food poisoning to lure me out. He's a scumbag, in and out." He angrily struck the nearby chair with his fist and slowly calmed down.

"Have you been here all these years? What happened? And my dad..." I looked up and was met with his complicated gaze, making me hesitate to continue.

In reality, the truth was synonymous with what Rivaella told me.

After a whole five minutes, Randall piped up. "Chantelle got sick, and Keenan happened to be a match. He said he would help us out, provided we returned him a favor. Your family. Chap

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experienced an issue with the capital chain-a minor one, actually-but I..."

Whatever happened next was predicted by Rivaella. Keenan used the situation to threaten him, and Randall falsified the accounts, funneling the company's money into Keenan's pockets.

In the end, he sent his family abroad, thinking that would ensure their safety.

"But Keenan reneged on his word. Mrs. Vargas didn't go through with the surgery." My voice was calm, and I didn't know what else to express,

Randall nodded emphatically. "Yes. Everything is my fault. This is my punishment." He didn't plead for my forgiveness, and neither did I ask him for anything. Although he and Keenan were at fault, he was still a victim after all.

I looked out from the rooftop. Even at night, the place was brightly lit and bustling with activity. However, such a lively scene felt foreign to people like us-ones without a family.

"Every year, I give a portion of the evidence from when Keenan colluded with others to frame your dad, while keeping another portion locked in the safe. I have some money left in there for Riva. You're the only one I trust, Eva." He took out a safe key and a small envelope. "Here's the authorization letter for you to retrieve the evidence. Also, this USB drive contains evidence of the collusion between the

Green and Mills families. These are all for you.