Our Billion-Worth Twins by Velvet Antler
Chapter 1599

Chapter 1599

Chapter 1599

After being tortured, Callum knew that now Harry wanted a fall guy.

He clenched his teeth and said, "Master Edwin, Miss Sinclair did come to me with a check and told me to do that neatly. She wanted Ms. Winters to die. She said she hated Ms. Winters and she would have become Mrs. Atherton if it hadn't been for Ms. Winters..."

Noah rolled her eyes and burst out, "Nonsense! I didn't come to you!" "Edwin, did you hearthat?" Ignoring Noah's words, Harry said eagerly, "I did make a mistake, but it all started because of Noah..." Edwin glanced at Callum coldly, "You are really a loyal servant, but you have followed the wrong master." "Master Edwin, I was the one who ordered the assassin to shove Ms.

Winters off the cliff. I just want you not to involve my family. They don't know anything..." Callum knew very well that he could not escape and was bent on dying.

If his death could quell Edwin's and Joanne's anger, Harry would take good care of his family. After all, he had worked for Harry for so many years.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that Callum was quite quick-witted, but he didn't expect that Edwin didn't accept such a result. Edwin's next words let Harry despair as if a basin of cold water poured over his head.

"No one involved in this matter can run away. Dear Dad, tell me, which prison do you want to spend the rest of your life in?" "What?' Harry was shocked by Edwin's words.

He opened his eyes wide in anger, "Edwin, I am your father! How could you send me to prison?" "Is that so? When you murdered Joanne, why didn't you think she was your daughter-in-law?" "You..." Harry roared unbelievably, and his eyes were bloodshot. Then he shouted at Joanne, "Joanne, I know I have made a mistake. I'll atone for my sins in the future. Please help me plead with Edwin. I don't want to go to prison..."

Joanne was held tightly in Edwin's arms. She heard Harry's crazy and desperate cry for mercy, but she was not touched at all, "Mr. Atherton, have you ever had nightmares?" 'Nightmares? Why is she talking about this? I am pleading with her,' Harry was confused.

"The look on your face says you haven't. But I have." "When I was just rescued from the sea by the Brown family, I was hurt so badly that I couldn't speak. I felt pain when I ate and breathed. I never had a good night's sleep because as soon as I closed my eyes, there was a fire all over the sky, and you laughed at me in the fire. Even if I barely fell asleep, I woke up because of nightmares again and again."

After saying that, Joanne rolled up her sleeve, revealing the staggered scars on her arms. Even if she got treatment, her burned arms were still scarred, "Have you seen them? These scars are because of you."

There was no heartbreaking roar, and the air suddenly quieted down, serious and eerie.

Such a quiet atmosphere was far more depressing and sad than hysterical roars.