Chapter 10
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Robin summoned a final burst of strength and struck Kyle hard behind the knees. He collapsed to the ground.
"You're crazy! Are you determined to destroy me?" Kyle screamed and lunged at her.
Both of them began to scuffle on the floor. Every vow they had once whispered to each other had now curdled into a lethal curse.
Nathan had heard enough. He kicked Kyle aside and ordered the bodyguards, "Bind these two shameful traitors up! As of this moment, Robin is no longer a part of the Wright family."
Dad had been watching from the crowd, his body trembling violently. "Kyle, you… you bastard! I always felt like I owed you something.
"I was going to leave you an inheritance so you could live in peace for the rest of your life. I didn't expect you'd be so cruel as to want Kathy and Cynthia dead. You ungrateful bastard!"
Dad pointed at Kyle and made a rattling sound. Suddenly, his breath hitched. His eyes rolled back, and he collapsed onto the ground.
Chaos erupted in the upper deck. Cynthia and I stood and watched the scene unfold from a vantage point. Then, the wail of sirens reverberated through the air.
As the police boats pulled alongside the yacht, we handed over everything to the police—the recordings from that day and the evidence of the tampered railing.
The couple who had haunted us across three lifetimes were finally sent to prison.
We heard that Robin's body never recovered from the botched miscarriage. Her masculine features also made her a bullying target in the women's prison.
As for Kyle, his soft, delicate features made him a plaything in the men's prison. His life was a living hell.
They reaped exactly what they had sown.
…
Six months passed. Although Dad had survived, he was left paralyzed and had to spend his days in a wheelchair.
Cynthia and I naturally took over the management of the Powells' assets. I officially assumed the role of CEO of the Powell Corporation.
One day, I stood before the floor-to-ceiling windows of my office, watching the bustling traffic in the streets far below. Behind me, the rhythmic clicking of the suitcase wheels broke the silence.
Cynthia stood in the doorway with her luggage and said hesitantly, "Now that everything has been settled, I think it's time for me to go.
"After all, I'm not a Powell by blood. It isn't right for me to remain in this position."
Despite what she said, her eyes revealed that she couldn't bear to leave. I turned around, took a document from the drawer, and handed it to her.
"What's that?" Cynthia asked, stunned.
"The 30 percent shares Dad had prepared back then." I smiled and walked up to her, opening the document.
"It was supposed to be a wedding gift for whoever got married. Since neither of us did, there's no point letting it go to waste. We'll split it evenly.
"We fought through two lifetimes, and you survived without a scratch. That shows how capable you are. From now on, you'll be the Managing Director of Powell Corporation. We'll build the company together."
Cynthia's eyes flew wide open, then quickly filled with tears. "You'd really give me half the shares? That's millions of dollars! It's a lot of money!"
Seeing how emotional she was, I laughed and explained, "After everything we've been through, don't you get it?
"Men can betray you, plot against you, or even try to kill you. However, money won't. And sisters won't either."
Cynthia laughed through her tears and threw her arms around me. "You're absolutely right! Men don't matter.
"From now on, we'll be the wealthy sisters in Jolenburg. And if anyone dares mess with us, we'll crush them with money."
Sunlight poured through the windows, bathing us in warmth.
In this life, there were no grudges and schemes. Just the two of us, clear-minded and united, stepping into the lives we were meant to live.
