Chapter 423: Late Spring Flowers

**Benard Walter’s POV** When they brought me to the secret prison, confusion clouded my mind. I couldn’t understand why I was there or what had gone so terribly wrong. My ignorance felt like a shroud, and when the truth dawned on me, anger rose like a tide I could not suppress. Why was everyone pointing fingers at me? Was it because I had once held a grudge against Thelma? Did they think my resentment toward her automatically meant I would seek vengeance on her husband, General Aldrich? The assumptions were infuriating, as if my past anger defined me entirely. I had spent years punishing myself in silence, enduring the isolation and the cold darkness of the mobile patrol team. It was my self-imposed penance, a way to confront the regrets I carried without expecting forgiveness from anyone. I wanted nothing more than to find a semblance of peace, however fleeting, through my work and solitude. But even this modest wish seemed too much to ask. A conspiracy had ensnared me,