Chapter 436 Evil Begets Evil
Chapter 436 Evil Begets Evil
The lead detective, eyes sharp as a hawk, strode right up to Sophie, who was slumped on the ground.
"Sophie!"
He flashed his badge and arrest warrant, his voice booming and emotionless.
"You're under arrest for the suspected murder of Madeline and Maeve!"
"For orchestrating Vincent and others in a bombing attack on Alexander and Wendy!"
"For the illegal kidnapping and assault of Tessa!"
"And for charges of commercial bribery and bid manipulation, as a core member of the Russell Group crime syndicate!"
"Multiple charges, you're officially under arrest!"
The cold handcuffs clicked around Sophie's wrists. In that moment, all her strength seemed to drain away.
The Russell Group, a giant that had stood in Aurora City for decades, crumbled that day in the most disgraceful manner.
Vincent, already in prison, had laid bare all his crimes, hoping for a reduced sentence.
What awaited Sophie was the harshest judgment of the law.
Wendy stood on the stage, watching the dust settle on this chapter, and let out a long, deep breath.
It was over.
All the grudges, all the hatred, ended here and now.
Alexander walked up beside her, gently taking her cold hand.
"Wendy, let's go home."
A week later.
In the VIP room at Blue Ridge Medical Center.
Warm sunlight filtered through the blinds, casting dappled shadows on the floor.
Chris sat on the hospital bed, thick bandages wrapped around his eyes, his fingers nervously curled.
Alexander, Wendy, and Lucy stood nearby, holding their breath.
"Alexander, Wendy, I'm a little scared," Chris's voice trembled slightly.
Wendy stepped forward, gently patting his hand, her voice soft yet firm.
"Don't worry, Chris. Trust me, and trust yourself."
"Okay."
Wendy picked up the scissors, carefully cutting away the bandages layer by layer.
When the last layer was removed, Chris slowly, tentatively opened his eyes.
At first, there was just a blur of light.
Then, the light gradually focused.
A familiar, gentle face with an encouraging smile came into view.
It was his brother, Alexander.
Beside him was Wendy, her face serene and kind, her eyes sparkling like they were filled with starlight.
And there was his sister Lucy, covering her mouth, tears of joy streaming down her face.
"Alexander," Chris's lips moved, his voice hoarse.
"Wendy, Lucy."
He raised his hand, as if trying to touch this familiar yet new world before him.
"I can see."
"I can really see you!"
Tears poured from his newly sighted eyes.
Lucy couldn't hold back any longer, rushing forward to hug him tightly.
"Chris! It's wonderful! You can finally see!"
Alexander's eyes reddened too, and he looked at Wendy, his gaze filled with gratitude and deep affection.
Wendy returned a reassuring smile, but then a slight dizziness hit her, and she instinctively steadied herself against the bed.
"What's wrong?"
Alexander immediately supported her, his face full of concern.
Wendy shook her head, pulling out her latest medical report from her bag and handing it to him, her face brimming with joy.
"Hey, great news."
"The doc says the new therapy's kicking in, and the tumor's shrinking."
"It's not completely gone yet, but things are definitely looking up."
In the sunlight, the family hugged, tears of relief and happiness flowing freely.
All their struggles seemed to fade away.
Months later, Aurora City hosted the biggest wedding of the year.
On a lush green lawn, flowers and white drapes turned the place into a fairy tale.
Alexander, in a perfectly tailored white suit, looked so handsome it was hard to look away.
He stood at the end of the aisle, his gaze tender and reverent as he watched his bride approach.
Wendy, in her pristine wedding gown, wore a delicate smile, her face glowing with happiness.
She looked like an angel descended to earth.
In the groomsmen's section, Chris stood in a sharp suit, his demeanor calm and gentle.
Bridesmaid Lucy, like a lively little sprite, was all smiles.
The elders of the Harvey family, friends of the Turner family, and everyone who cared for them gathered to offer their heartfelt blessings.
"I do."
When Alexander slipped the ring onto Wendy's finger, pledging his eternal vow, the crowd erupted in applause.
Meanwhile, across the city, in a lavish yet cold villa, Ethan stared intently at the TV screen.
It was broadcasting Alexander and Wendy's wedding of the century.
Wendy's smiling face on the screen pierced his heart like a burning needle.
The woman who was once his, the one he discarded like trash, was now cherished by another man.
"Ethan! You're watching that woman again!"
Lydia's sharp voice rang out behind him as she stormed over, tossing an album at him.
The album fell open, revealing all the photos of Wendy he had secretly kept.
"Are you still hung up on her? Do you regret it?"
"Let's get a divorce."
Ethan spoke wearily, his voice hoarse.
Lydia laughed maniacally, "Divorce? Dream on! Have you forgotten about our child?"
"Ethan, I'm telling you, you'll never get rid of me! I want you to live in misery forever!"
Ethan closed his eyes, his heart aching.
Yes, he regretted it.
But there was no going back.
The Russell family was completely bankrupt, its assets divided and acquired by the Turner Group and the Harvey Group, leaving nothing behind.
The collaboration between the Turner Group and the Harvey Group grew even stronger after this turmoil.
Wendy didn't return to the hospital; she established a medical charity foundation.
It was dedicated to helping those like her, tormented by illness but unable to afford expensive treatments.
She carried on the legacy of three generations, spreading the compassion of a healer far and wide.
On a sunny afternoon, Wendy leaned against Alexander, watching Chris and Lucy play in the distance.
Life was peaceful, the world was stable.
All the hatred and pain had become dust in the past.
And their future was just beginning.