Chapter 92 You've Hurt Her Enough

Only then did I realize—standing this close, I hadn't caught even a hint of alcohol on his breath. He was sober. I didn't dare to hope. I looked at him and said, "Then, President Hawthorne, don't speak in drunken delirium. You love Leona. You've said it yourself—you could never love me." "…" My words left Dominic Hawthorne dazed. He stared at me, his dark eyes growing deeper. "Yes, I once truly believed that. But I was wrong." "President Hawthorne, I've made it clear: it's her or me. If she goes to prison, I'll return to you." I held his gaze, unflinching. For a moment, I saw hesitation flicker in his eyes. I laughed bitterly. "President Hawthorne, my imprisonment was unjust, but hers is deserved. Yet when I was jailed, you stood by and did nothing—you even kicked me when I was down. But when it comes to her going to prison, you can't bear it. Isn't the answer already clear in your heart?" "No, I—" Before Dominic could say more, a hand swept past me and shoved him back. Off guard and s