Chapter 80
“You were naive, tricking me into a divorce. Otherwise, as Mrs. Shaw, you wouldn’t lack anything.“”
“Sarah Grant, I gave you a chance.”
“It’s you who chose to humiliate yourself.”
He raised his hand, and the police immediately stepped forward, securing cold handcuffs around my wrists.”
I looked at him, my heart aching.”
“Felix Shaw, you’ll regret this.”
He sneered, as if he’d just heard a terrible joke.
“Regret? What I regret most is marrying you.”
The police shoved me out, followed by Claire Green’s triumphant laughter and the guests‘ disdainful comments.”
Despair nearly overwhelmed me.
Just as I was about to be escorted into the police car, an old yet powerful voice rang out. “Stop!” /
The crowd parted, and the silver–haired old lady, leaning on a cane, walked in, supported by an elderly housekeeper. Behind her followed an old police officer in a faded uniform, his hair graying.”
The officer’s gaze swept through the crowd, finally resting on my face. His cloudy eyes instantly lit up.”
“Found her! It’s her!”
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He stepped forward, pointed at me, then turned to Felix Shaw.
“Mr. Shaw, do you remember me? Twenty years ago, I rescued you from those human traffickers.“}
Felix frowned, clearly unimpressed by this sudden appearance.
The officer, however, showed no concern. He carefully pulled a yellowed piece of paper from his briefcase.
“This is the dispatch record from that year. It clearly states the person who called the police was the other little girl abducted with you.”
He unfolded the report and handed it to Felix. “The report says the girl was wearing a torn white dress when she ran out, and on her wrist, she had a red, rose–shaped birthmark.“@
Felix’s body jolted violently.”
His gaze was fixed on my handcuffed left hand.
On my forearm, a rose–shaped birthmark, blindingly red.
The entire banquet hall fell into a deathly silence.
Everyone’s gaze was fixed on the tiny birthmark on my arm.
Felix’s face grew paler.
He froze in place, as if struck by lightning. His lips moved, but no words came out.
Those eyes that had so often glanced at me indifferently were now filled with shock, disbelief, and overwhelming regret.
“No…! Impossible…. He muttered to himself, as if trying to convince himself.
Claire Green’s expression was even uglier than his. She rushed forward and snatched the report away. “Fake! This has to be fake!” she screamed hysterically. “You’re all scammers hired by Sarah Grant!”
The old police officer frowned. “Miss, forging official documents is a serious crime. This report was retrieved from the police archives. It bears my signature and fingerprint.”
He pulled another photo from his bag. It faded, but still clear enough.
In the photo, young Felix Shaw lay unconscious, held in the arms of a police officer.
Next to him, a small, frail girl tugged at the hem of another officer’s shirt, desperately pointing toward the mountains.
The girl wore a tattered white dress, her face covered in mud, and a rose–colored birthmark was clearly visible on her arm.”
“This photo was taken by a colleague of mine back then,” the veteran officer sighed. “Unfortunately, someone from the Shaw family came and hurriedly took Mr. Shaw away, and we didn’t have time to ask this little hero’s name.“}
10:39 AM P
