Travelling Time in Search of Honesty and Trust

That time, she trembled, her eyes red, as she stroked my scar and she swore in anger and determined tone.

"Sergio, I won't let any of those who wronged you go."

I let out a bitter laugh and spoke calmly.

"My adoptive father is Santiago's biological father."

"As you say, he is the one who inherited his father's bad character."

"He did try to steal his brother's marriage by acting crazy after all."

"Aren't you also accomplices?"

There were a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone and then I heard my younger brother's, Santiago Muller, frantic crying.

"Sergio, I really didn't mean to ... I was sick and I couldn't remember some things. I didn't know you and Briella ...."

"Mom, Megan, Briell. I never thought my illness would make my brother unhappy. I might as well die."

Soon, Miranda's furious roar came. "Enough, Sergio! If you still have any conscience, come and apologize now! Otherwise, we'll sever ties with you from today!"

I heard a commotion on the other end of the phone, as if someone had snatched the phone away.

It was Briella Landau.

Her voice was cold and impatient.

"Sergio, cancel the wedding immediately and come over here to kneel down and apologize to Santiago."

"Otherwise, I'll break off our engagement."

I lowered my eyes and replied calmly, "Alright."

Then she hung up the phone.

The police officers exchanged glances. No one mentioned asking my sister to keep me company again.

The wedding car stopped at the hotel entrance.

Just as I opened the car door, a fishy smell hit me in the face. Egg peels and even the fishy liquid splashed onto my suit.

I was pushed backwards and almost missed a step.

"Bastard! You stole your brother's girlfriend and you still have the nerve to force her into marriage! You even dared to use the psychopath case to act pitiful. I have to teach this bastard a lesson today!"

"Even the gentle mother of him, a former Best Actress, was driven to tears by him! Such a son is better off dead!"

I just realized, my phone call with my family was live-streamed by Miranda.

Some people pulled my hair, kicked my body and forced me to kneel down and bow, while the others were tearing my suit and holding up cameras to record my miserable state.

"Kneel and apologize to your brother and mother!"

"And this suit! Is a worthless man like you worthy of wearing it? Tear it off!"

I was so in pain that my fingers were trembling, yet I still raised my head and shouted.

"I didn't do anything wrong."

"Why should I apologize?"

The crowd was in an uproar, then Megan and Miranda's bodyguards rushed over and forcibly pushed the crowd away.

Megan was so angry that her voice trembled.

"Still dare to say you did nothing? I told you not to use your relationship with Briella to provoke Santiago. So why did you insist wearing a suit for the wedding? Why did you have to stage such a forced marriage farce?"

However, when she rushed over and saw me clearly, she froze.

The suit on my body was tattered and barely covered my body, with injuries all over. My forehead and body were covered in foul-smelling liquid.

She instinctively rushed over and tried to wipe the stuff off me.

She asked Miranda in a low voice, trying to keep her voice steady, "Mom, how could you broadcast live while we are on the phone? And also bring these people here?"

"What if this incident drags Santiago into it again?"

There was a hint of reluctance in Miranda's eyes. But upon hearing Megan said that, she replied sharply, "Who made him do wrong? He deserves it."