Mr Conrad Proposes to His Ex wife Again

Onshore, Darnell's men and Justin's men were fighting when they heard a shot from the distant cruise ship.

All the fighting stopped in an instant.

Darnell turned to look at the cruise ship as it pulled away at some point, a little frown on his face.

Almost at the same time, Slade James once again quickly overpowered all of Justin's men.

"Master of Riverside," said Slade.

Darnell glanced at the others and said, "Keep an eye on them."

With that, he walked on his long legs to the other side of the bank.

There are two yachts parked there.

On the cruise ship, Nathan's pupils shrink as he heard the shot, and he races to the top deck.

"Mr. Conrad!"

No sooner had they left the hatch than Clarence raised his hand slightly.

Nathan stopped immediately, breathing heavily, feeling the wind at sea fierce and raging.

Clarence stood there, blood dripping down his right arm onto the deck.

Justin pointed a gun at him with a cruel, crazy smile. "Do you know what I hate the most in my life?"

Clarence looked at him calmly, did not answer, and did not move an inch.

Justin continued, "What I hate most in my life is that I'm a cripple, and I'm going to spend the rest of my life in a

wheelchair. If you want this to end, you might as well find out what it's like to be a cripple before you die. How about

that?"

Right after Justin said that another bullet hit Clarence in the right leg.

Clarence swung back and forth, but he didn't move.

The next second, Justin's gun was aimed at his heart.

Nathan couldn't watch anymore and was about to step forward when he felt a figure cross over him and run next to

him.

Stella throws her arms out in front of Clarence, breathing so violently that her voice trembles, "If this is not enough

for you, then kill me..."

Clarence, his jaw clenched as he saw her, pulled her aside with his left hand and lowered his voice. "What's the

matter with you? Go back."

Stella caught his unsteady figure and held him, watching him, tears streaming down her face. "I'm not leaving. You

promised

me that nothing would happen. You'll be safe. You lied to me again...”

Clarence smiled at her and ruffled her hair. "Take care of the kids for me."

Stella sobbed and shook her head. "I won't, Clarence, you big liar, bastard, bastard, I'll never forgive you..."

Clarence tilted his head and whispered, "Nathan, take her away."

Nathan said, "Mr. Conrad..."

"Take her away!"

Nathan gritted his teeth, put his hands on Stella's shoulder, and led her away from there.

Clarence looked back at Justin and pointed to his heart. "Go ahead."

"That was a touching scene,’ he said with a laugh

As he spoke, his muzzle was deflected toward Stella.

Clarence's pupils contracted rapidly, and he said, "Justin!"

Justin said, "Your relationship, which I've watched, has come this far. If you die, she's not going to survive, so let me

do the

work for you."

Clarence strode over, took the muzzle of his gun, pressed it to his chest, and said, word for word, "| said, take it out

on me.”

Justin said, "What makes you think one life is going to make me let go of my hate?"

Clarence stared at him. "You don't have a choice."

Justin smiled. "Really?"

He said slowly, "Now that you know, what | want is for you to spend the rest of your life in pain and hatred. How can

| do that

by killing you?"

Clarence heard this, and his brow furrowed.

Justin let go of the gun, "I've been planning this for years, and you still beat me," he said quietly. "| have nothing to

say, while |

cannot let you live your life in hatred, but | can let you live your life in my shadow, in guilt and remorse."

After those words, his hand on the wheelchair moved slightly, and the wheelchair suddenly backed up and crashed

through

the railing of the side of the ship, falling towards the sea.

Clarence reacted quickly and immediately moved forward, pouncing on the deck and grabbing his wrist in the air.

The wheelchair dropped into the sea with a splash.

Justin clearly didn't expect Clarence to save him.

"| thought you weren't afraid of these threats,” he said, looking up

The vein on Clarence's forehead popped up. "Cut the crap,” he said, "Your revenge is over. It's my turn."

Justin laughed, "I'm dead, and you get your revenge.”

Clarence turned his head and shouted, "Pull him up!”

Justin just calmly said, "Clare, will you please call me Brother one last time."

Clarence did not speak, the corners of his lips pressed together, and he held his hand with all his strength.

On the deck came the sound of hurried footsteps.

Justin said again, "| don't regret what I've done. I've been in a wheelchair for so many years; | hardly went out of

the Conrad

family. But now, instead, I've made a mess of City N, made so many people miserable because of me. It's worth

living.”

With that, he raised his sagging hand and ripped away Clarence's.

Then, like a kite with a broken string, he fell straight into the sea.

Clarence's eyes red and voice hoarse,

"Brother—"

Justin closed his eyes, with a gentle smile on his lips.

In an instant, he was submerged by the sea.

Twenty years ago, Justin was born with a golden spoon, smart, kind, and gentle.

He didn't inherit anything bad from his parents, a rare pride of nature.

However, such a person, as if jealous by God, everything was taken away from him.

From then on, his life was in a downward spiral, and just when he was about to give up on himself.

The family, however, came a boy.

This boy, this little brother, in his bleak life, had given him a glimmer of hope to live.