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Chapter_201
Wesley gritted his teeth in pain as he hit the ground, the harsh impact sending shockwaves through his body. Stars glimmered in the sky above him, distant and indifferent to his suffering.
“Nash…” he croaked, his vision blurring.
Felicity, who had rushed down to the cliff’s edge, shouted after him. “Nash!”
But only her echo returned. Nash’s arms were wrapped firmly around a sturdy branch protruding from the cliff face, its girth nearly matching his own forearm. He drew a quiet breath, steadying himself. With powerful kicks against the stone wall, he generated the momentum needed to launch himself skyward. In a fluid front somersault, he landed lightly on the cliff’s edge, as if gravity were a mere suggestion.
Felicity’s jaw dropped. “You… aren’t dead?”
Nash brushed off his clothes and grinned. “Are you disappointed?”
Felicity chuckled, shaking her head in amazement. “Yes, just slightly!”
Below them, Wesley lay dazed on the grass, staring vacantly at the stars. His breaths were ragged, his mind still reeling from the helicopter’s fiery end and the impossible fall.
Felicity knelt beside him, eyes blazing with determination. “You’re the one who fired the shot just now, aren’t you? You’re Wesley Walker!”
Wesley closed his eyes, remaining silent.
Nash crouched down, his expression hardening. “Who ordered you to assassinate the Lewis family?”
Wesley’s brow furrowed at Nash’s question. He had saved Nash during their fight, a moment of unexpected mercy. Yet he refused to meet Nash’s gaze now.
Seeing Wesley’s refusal, Nash rose and went to join Felicity. “Let’s take him inside and wait for Angelica,” he said, turning toward the town entrance nearby.
Half an hour later, Angelica returned, accompanied by the man who had burned offerings for Wesley’s first love. The sorrow on the old man’s face was deep, etched by grief and longing.
When he saw Wesley bound and under guard, he sighed heavily. “Karma has its ways, Wesley. What was the point of all this?”
Wesley remained silent, looking away.
The old man’s eyes softened as he glanced at Wesley. “Will he die?”
Nash answered without hesitation, “Yes, he will.”
Fear flickered in the old man’s eyes, but he nodded. “Then… could you pass his ashes to me? I want him buried beside my sister.”
Wesley’s gaze shot to the old man, astonishment in his eyes.
Nash considered for a moment and replied, “As long as he cooperates with us and answers our questions, I don’t see why not.”
The old man’s eyes flashed with gratitude, though his voice trembled slightly as he spoke to Wesley. “Behave yourself, Wesley. Earn the right to rest beside her.”
Wesley lowered his head, the weight of his choices pressing down on him.
At Sagen Inspection Headquarters, Wesley was led into the stark interrogation room. Nash, Felicity, and Angelica sat across from him at a long table, their expressions solemn.
“I hope you’ll answer our questions honestly, Wesley Walker,” Felicity began, her voice steady.
Wesley lifted his head and nodded. “Ask anything. I’ll answer fully.”
Felicity paused, caught off guard. She looked at Angelica then back at Wesley, uncertain where to begin.
Angelica, sensing Felicity’s hesitation, gave her a nudge. Felicity stood, yielding the center seat to Angelica.
Angelica turned to Nash with a questioning look. “Your turn?”
Nash nodded. “My question remains the same: Who instructed you to harm the Lewis family?”
Wesley swallowed hard and, in a dry voice, requested, “May I have a cigarette?”
Felicity fetched a pack and a lighter from a drawer and handed them to him. Wesley lit up, smoke curling around his face as he gathered his courage.
After half a pack, he exhaled and spoke: “My employer paid me 1.5 billion dollars and ordered me to kill a man named Herman Lewis.”
Nash’s eyes narrowed. “You’re skipping the important details.”
Wesley met Nash’s gaze. “I don’t know who my employer is. He set aside three billion dollars: half went to Cain, half to me. If Cain failed, I was ordered to kill both Herman and Cain, so no loose ends remained.”
Nash leaned forward. “And you provided the biochemicals that poisoned Herman?”
Wesley nodded slowly. “Yes, sir.”
Nash sat back, absorbing the confession. Outside the interrogation room, the pieces of the conspiracy fell into place, and the shadow of the Klein family loomed large over the tragedy of the Lewis estate.