My Ex-Wife and Kids Came In Like A Wrecking Ball

Chapter 2003 Lying Again

Gordon was stunned.

His dry and peeling lips twitched a little before they finally turned into a bitter smile.

"Yes, since you know about it, then I'll tell you. I was so wicked that I sold you out to Mr. Murray. He probably wanted me to get close to you so that I could get information from you or Rosalie." Gordon did not hide anything and told the truth.

"For this reason, I divorced Violet. Initially, I just thought it was a fake divorce. I thought she would come back to me after I got enough benefits from Mr. Murray. It's just that I was too stupid..."

He muttered to himself.

Byron frowned. He was completely uninterested in this man's sob story.

After all, Gordon made the choice to abandon Rosalie's mother to be with Violet back then. He even brought those two siblings back into the house, causing irreparable hurt to Rosalie for the rest of her life.

"Mr. Jacobs, there's no need to mention these things anymore. Rosalie already knows your motives, so you'd better not bother us in the future. I'll explain this to the kids. I'll tell them that their grandpa has gone abroad for business!

After Byron finished speaking, he withdrew his gaze and turned to leave.

Unexpectedly, Gordon pulled his arm.

Gordon's expression suddenly became extremely emotional. His entire body trembled, and there was some kind of longing in his eyes.

"Byron, I know that I've committed a heinous crime, and I'm no longer worthy of having anything. But please believe me, I have no contact with the Murrays now. I cant afford to repay the money they gave me.. I'm hiding, and I have nothing now. I don't expect anything anymore! But Byron, please tell Rosalie one thing..."

Byron was annoyed by his rapid-fire, long speech. He shook his hand away from Gordon.

He replied coldly, "Sorry, I'm not interested in any of these. Please leave immediately, or I'll ask the bodyguards to take you away!" i

'Remorse? Repent?

'This man will never achieve those two things.'

Byron did not want to hear his voice anymore, so he hurried away.

Behind him, Gordon stared blankly as his eyes glazed over.

"It's my fault. It's all my fault. This is my retribution... I deserve it. A person like me deserves all of it! Going to hell

is easy. I'm sorry to everyone

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Within a few seconds, he dropped to his knees, his face in agony.

"Byron, please... Please tell Rosalie to give me a chance to apologize. I'm terminally ill, and time is running out. Maybe in two or three days, I really won't have a chance anymore! I..."

In the end, Gordon roared as if he was worn out. His upper body swayed, and he fell to the ground.

Byron's footsteps stopped.

He turned back to see that the old man had fallen to the ground with his eyes tightly closed.

His lips were already white as paper.

Byron was stunned for a moment. He guessed, Is he lying again?

'Terminal illness? Is he using such a cliche trick?'

However, when he looked carefully, the man's cheeks were much more sallow than before.

His face was a sickly shade of yellow.

It felt inappropriate to just leave an unconscious man alone at the gate.

Byron waved, and two bodyguards arrived in front of him in the blink of an eye.

"Take care of this person first!"

After Byron gave the order, the bodyguards quickly went over to lift Gordon's body and walked to the sentry box next to the gate.