Chapter 744

"Raymond, tell me straight. Is this how it went down? Was it my fault your dad died?"

Raymond squinted a bit, not wanting to be too harsh with Elodie, but he couldn't deny the truth. The events of that time were all tied to her actions.

If Elodie hadn't pushed for Stella to meet him, Oscar wouldn't have fought it so hard. If he hadn't fought it, he wouldn't have clashed with Dorian.

Raymond knew Elodie had been tormented by Oscar's death for years. She resented Margaret and the whole Neville family.

But now, Elodie was shocked to realize that despite treating Stella well all these years, it was Stella's father who was behind her husband's death.

"Don't worry, I'll be right there."

Raymond hung up, leaving Elodie feeling completely crushed. His lack of a direct answer confirmed her worst fears—she was indeed responsible for the tragedy.

Elodie was devastated.

"Oscar, I never imagined your life was lost because of me. How could the Brown family do this? Just because you didn't want Stella and Raymond together, they took your life?"

"It's Dorian's fault his daughter couldn't win Raymond's heart. How could he blame others for that?"

Elodie cried out in anguish in the dark room.

Meanwhile, Margaret stared at the switch in front of her, hesitating only briefly before pressing it.

The switch activated the various torture devices in the room, and Elodie's cries of pain filled the air.

"It hurts so much... Help! Margaret, I know I wronged you all those years ago. I've hated you for so long, but you deserve revenge. But I was a victim too."

Margaret scoffed coldly.

"Elodie, how can you call yourself a victim? You never bothered to investigate properly and just assumed my parents were the murderers, transferring your hatred to me. Why shouldn't I seek revenge?"

Margaret ignored Elodie's continued pleas and left her to scream and curse in the room. Eventually, Elodie fell silent, having fainted from the pain.

Raymond arrived just as Margaret had predicted, looking guilty.

Margaret gave him a mocking smile.

"Here to save Elodie? Too late. She's been in the dark room, experiencing the pain I endured back then."

Raymond was at a loss for words. He felt conflicted, knowing Elodie was his mother, but also understanding Margaret's suffering.

Margaret started to leave but suddenly turned back to Raymond.

"By the way, Raymond, I'm taking Liberty back to Rainbowland tomorrow. I hope you can keep your distance from her and not let her worry about Crystaland."

Raymond was shocked.

"What did you say? You're taking Liberty to Rainbowland?"

"Of course. Who would want to stay in a place full of sorrow like Crystaland?"

Margaret walked away, and Raymond, torn between his mother and Margaret, rushed into the dark room.

Elodie had already fainted. Raymond carried her out, noting that her injuries, though painful, were not life-threatening. Margaret had shown mercy.

Raymond took Elodie to the hospital and asked Ryan to find out Margaret and Liberty's flight details.

The next day, Margaret and Liberty were at the airport, preparing to leave. Liberty's eyes were red, but she held back her tears in front of Margaret.

Liberty kept looking back, unsure what she was hoping to see.

"Mom, are you sure? Are we really leaving Crystaland for good?"

Margaret's heart ached, knowing the meaning behind Liberty's words.

"Yes, Liberty. Rainbowland is our home."

Liberty sighed, realizing there was no changing her mother's mind. If she wanted to be with Raymond, she would have to find another way.

Margaret kept an eye on Liberty, noticing her daughter's disappointment. Despite her own pain, Margaret knew she couldn't stay in Crystaland.

The past had been settled, and it was time to move on. Dorian was sentenced but not dead, and Elodie had been punished but survived. Margaret's parents had lost their lives because of the conflict, and she felt the injustice deeply.

As Margaret and Liberty walked towards the gate, a familiar voice called out.

"Wait!"

Margaret turned to see Raymond standing there.

Liberty's face lit up with joy.

"Dad! It's Dad! Mom, look, Dad's here!"

Liberty's excitement contrasted sharply with her earlier sadness. She ran to Raymond, looking up at him with a mix of happiness and pleading.

"Dad, how did you know we were leaving?"

Raymond smiled warmly, gently stroking Liberty's hair.

"Dad always knows."

Raymond then pulled out a bouquet of roses from behind him and knelt in front of Margaret, his eyes filled with emotion.