All Chapters of His Betrayal, My Redemption: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Chapter 112 RONAN “All these still don't explain your initial words. You called me a pawn in a big game. What do you mean by that?” I asked. Yes, her revelation had stunned me. It was totally unexpected. I always thought Kennedy took after my father's ruthlessness but considering everything Sheila had just revealed, it meant he was just like my grandfather, that is if her words were true. “Before I say anything, Ronan. Promise me you'll help me leave the country tonight or maybe early tomorrow morning. Your grandfather is after my life. I know way too much to suddenly bail out like this. I can't even eat comfortably in my own home anymore. This morning the chef poisoned my meal, if not for your father. You all would have been planning my funeral by now…” “I doubt I'd participate in planning the funeral plan, Sheila. I won't even attend your funeral even if I'm being paid to…” I shrugged. “Now speak…” “Listen, Ronan. I don't care what you think of me but I had to survive somehow.

Chapter 114 RONAN After checking Sheila into a hotel, I made sure to bring in more security before leaving. Driving home that day, my mind was in a turmoil, I just couldn't grasp it. It was all hard to believe. But as I recounted the past, as I sat there thinking about the past, I couldn't deny that there had been signs, I couldn't deny the fact that she spoke the truth. The signs were there, the warning bells setting off on my head each time. But my deep rooted hatred for my father made me turn a blind eye on it. I kept blaming my father without giving him a chance to talk things out. I could remember the times he'd show up at my office, wanting to talk but each time, I turned him down and made him leave without letting him see me talk less of having a conversation with him. When I took the company from him, he backed down very easily. I mean the images I had of him was that of a ruthless man who wouldn't let anyone near his wealth, near his company, not even his own son. But he

Chapter 116DAHLIA Looking down the liquid that had splashed a bit the moment I stepped on it, a scream erupted from me.“Ronan! Brandon!” I let out.I had just stepped on what I one hundred percent assume to be blood. Looking down at the liquid, it trailed the kitchen.My heart was thumping at this point.“Was anybody injured?” I wouldn't help but wonder, shaking.The sound of hurried footsteps approaching me from behind made me turn immediately. It was Brandon.“Is something wrong? I heard you screaming. Are you okay?” He asked, hurrying over to my side and placing a hand on my forehead as if to feel my temperature.His eyes were all over me. He looked so worried like I was his wife, sister or someone really close.I knocked his hand off my head.“I'm fine. Stop overreacting. It won't save you from getting fired tomorrow,” I mumbled. Even though I was touched by how he seemed to really look out for me.“Look,” I pointed down at the blood on the floor, not givingbhim a chance to say

Chapter 118RONANI drove behind the ambulance as it sped to the nearest hospital. This was by no means how I wanted my day to end. I only wanted to go home to my wife and have a blissful sleep with her, not this and somehow I’m stuck here for what seemed like the rest of the night. It was pretty obvious I’d have to look after Sheila myself as the situation seemed more dangerous than I thought. Her life was in danger and from the look of things, I felt she had other vital information she was withholding. Until I'm able to get her to speak up on every single thing. I'd have to prioritise her safety.When the ambulance pulled up inside the hospital, she was immediately wheeled into the arms of the awaiting doctors. I watched them wheel her into the OR. Sighing and tired about how everything was suddenly playing out, unexpectedly and too quickly too, I took a seat in the waiting area, right outside the surgery room, monitoring every movement in and out of the Operation Room. Thankfully

Chapter 120 DAHLIA “Then die. Or you can get your other daughters to come pat your back and hold your hands while you die. You know, it would work out really well. One person on your left, the other on your right holding onto your hands…” I begrudgingly let out. My mother suddenly announcing that she has lymphoma had completely taken me by surprise. Yes, I hate her for all she'd done to me, yes, I detested her for being a bad mother but I've never wished her dead. Suddenly hearing that she has cancer caught me off guard. My eyes got teary, I didn't want her to go just like that, I didn't want to lose her. I might hate her but deep down I somehow wanted to connect with her, to get to experience even a tiniest bit of the motherly love she shows Roselle. At first, I thought she was lying just to get me to empathize with her, I thought it was just one of her manipulative schemes but then it turned out to be true. I hated to show her that I cared, hated to show her that I feared losin