Please Let Me Go, My Contracted Ex-Husband.-Chapter 162 - - take a look

After Lucca left, Cynthia still stood there, her face full of pain. Victoria walked over and helped her sit down. Cynthia grabbed Victoria's hand and asked in a daze,

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"Victoria, do I... really not deserve to be by his side?"

It seemed like the first time she had cried for him—not the kind of tears she shed from anger or torment, but from the pain, guilt, and self-blame, along with a mix of other complex emotions that overwhelmed her, triggering her tears.

Victoria gently comforted her,

"Sis, don't listen to that woman. The vice president treats you so well. He would never blame you. If he were going to blame you, he would have done it a long time ago, right?"

Gary also stepped forward, awkwardly trying to console her, but no matter how Victoria and Gary tried to comfort her, or how she tried to console herself, Lucca's words had left a mark in her heart that was hard to erase.

In the following days, she lost all motivation to do anything. Finally, Victoria had to take off her white coat and push her out of the clinic.

"Sis, you should go out for a walk or just go home and get some rest."

With her bag in hand, Cynthia wandered aimlessly down the street. On the early autumn street, the yellowing leaves fell in large swirls, and the chilly autumn wind cut through her, deepening her gloomy mood.

She didn't know how to face him. She thought of how he had been troubled these days, and it made her heart ache. But then again, if time could turn back to that day on the golf course, she still would have saved Robin.

On one side was a close friend, and on the other was the man she loved deeply. Who could tell her, what should she choose?

Before she knew it, she found herself sitting on the bus and arriving at his company building. She stood on the opposite side of the road, looking up at the towering building that seemed to touch the clouds. Suddenly, her chest felt tight, and her eyes stung with tears.

Why did fate have to torment her like this? It gave her the man she loved, yet placed her in this impossible situation?

She mustered up the courage to call him, but it was Monica who answered. She said he was in a meeting, and Cynthia was about to leave, but Monica insisted on bringing her upstairs, saying that he had been so busy lately, and he would be very happy to see her.

Monica even said that she was like a refreshing and powerful medicine for him. No matter how tired or worn out he was, just seeing her would revitalize him. Cynthia leaned against the elevator, thinking about Monica's words and almost laughed, but when she looked at herself in the mirror, she realized her smile looked quite forced.

When she reached the top floor, before she could reach the lounge, she saw him hastily stepping out of the elevator. His thick brows were tightly furrowed as he strode toward his office while speaking to Jim, who was following behind him.

She stood a little distance away, watching him—his face looked somewhat haggard and tired. For a moment, she forgot to greet him. It was only when Monica called out to him that he turned around.

When he saw her standing next to Monica, he was clearly surprised. Then, the frown that had been etched on his face softened, and his eyebrows lifted with a touch of surprise. He quickly walked over and pulled her into his arms.

"How come you're here?" he asked.

His affectionate tone only made her feel even more unsettled. She quickly averted her eyes, offering an excuse.

"It's... nothing. I was just passing by, so I thought I'd stop by and take a look..."

He thought her avoidance was because she was shy, and in an instant, his mood lightened. He smiled and took her hand, leading her toward his office. But the closer she was to him, the more uncomfortable she felt, though he had no idea that it was because her heart was filled with bitterness.

"Hey, boss, the meeting next..." Jim followed behind them, uncertain how to bring it up.

Cynthia quickly pushed him away.

"If you're busy, just go ahead and do your thing. Don't worry about me!"

Albert stopped in his tracks, furrowing his brows. After a moment of thought, he said,

"I'll be downstairs in a moment!"

He then pulled her closer and continued leading her to his office.

Once inside, he pinned her against the door, lifting her cold face to look at her directly.

"What happened?"

She was clearly disoriented, her face showing signs of crying. And coming to his company during work hours was completely out of character for her. She was usually so reserved and shy.

"It's nothing..."

Cynthia averted her eyes, trying to avoid his gaze. He patiently pressed on,

"Did you cry?"

"No..."

This time, Cynthia couldn't bring herself to look at him. The more he asked, the more uncomfortable she felt, and the tears began to well up in her eyes.

Albert kissed her lips forcefully, then said,

"I'll deal with you when we get home tonight. For now, stay here and wait for me!"

If it weren't for the urgent meeting, he would have already punished her for being dishonest.

He rushed off to his meeting, and Cynthia, feeling weak and exhausted, dragged herself over to the sofa and collapsed. After sitting for a while, she noticed his desk was a mess, with papers and files stacked in chaotic piles.

It was clear that he had been overwhelmed with work lately. A man who usually loved order and cleanliness, yet he had tolerated his office becoming this messy.

With a helpless shake of her head, Cynthia walked over to help tidy up. Suddenly, the fax machine buzzed, and a few pages slowly came through. She casually picked them up, intending to place them on the desk, but when she glanced at the contents, her body stiffened and she froze in place.

The fax listed in detail the evidence of Karl's bribery and corruption over the years. It clearly showed when he had received money or expensive items from which officials or wealthy individuals. It was laid out plainly, with everything clear and undeniable.

However, this wasn't the most devastating part for her. To her, Karl felt like a stranger, even someone she despised. What truly gripped her heart was the first page at the top.

That page briefly outlined how to deal with Vincent. It mentioned that because Vincent, as a prosecutor, was known for his integrity and uprightness, no one could find any flaws in him.

Therefore, to target Vincent, they had to resort to despicable measures, such as drugging him, framing him, or using coercion to create false evidence of corruption or moral decay.

Then, they would ruin his reputation overnight, ensuring he could never recover.

As her gaze fixed on the last sentence, Cynthia's hand instinctively went to her mouth, her eyes wide with shock and pain. How could they do this to Vince?

The reason Vince chose to be a prosecutor was precisely so he could stand for justice and expose the corrupt officials who abused their power.

If he were like Karl, someone greedy and immoral, perhaps they could accept exposing him. But he wasn't like that at all. Why were they trying to frame him like this?

She had always thought that his so-called revenge was only aimed at William, Karl, and Robin. But now, after seeing this plan, she finally realized that what he wanted was for every single person from these three families to be brought down.