You Watched Me Break, Now Watch Me Rise のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 561 - チャプター 570

"James, are you even listening to me?" William reached over and pulled the document out of James' hands. "You've been staring at this for half an hour—what problem could possibly stump you?"Just as William noticed the blank page and frowned in confusion, he saw James lift his gaze. He followed James' line of sight to the doorway and saw Beverly standing there."Well, well, well… So you're still up this late because…"He was waiting for Beverly.William hadn't expected that James—a man who could remain utterly unfazed even if the world collapsed before him—could be so deeply affected by Beverly's every move.So, even the strongest guy went weak around a pretty woman.William furrowed his brows. But shouldn't Beverly at least have some conscience?"Hey, do you even take James seriously as your husband? It's a big deal to take Harry and Esther to see Evan, but you didn't even give James a heads-up first!"William's reprimand left Beverly looking visibly shaken."Get out," James

Beverly wrapped her arms around James' neck, her soft lips pressing firmly against his. "I'm just worried about you."She pressed soft kisses to his lips. His lips were cool and soft, and unlike earlier when he'd lost control, there was no warmth. His hands on her waist stayed there, unmoving.Beverly couldn't see them, but James' dark eyes were like whirlpools—deep and unreadable. She grabbed his hand and guided it down from the small of her back to her bottom.Her voice was soft, sweet, and seductive. "Mm… I want you…"James lifted her up with one hand while the other cupped her face, his shadowed gaze fixed on her."Honey…"She was hiding something from him. Something serious."Can you show me the diary?"Beverly stiffened. "You're not allowed to peek at my mother's private thoughts. But… she mentioned you.""What did she say?""She said…" Her voice was hesitant, guilty even. "She said… it would be better if it were the Bronsons."James pulled her into his arms, leaning o

Nearby, William, who was tailing Beverly, spoke into his Bluetooth earpiece."James, aren't you being too lenient with her? Now that she's armed with a gun, she's practically a ticking time bomb. What if she kills a couple of people on a whim?"James sat at his desk, going through files and listening to his subordinates' reports, his expression cold and detached.The statute of limitations for the crimes Wayne and Isla had committed all those years ago had already passed. Was there any way for Beverly to vent her anger? No, there was none, especially since Elaine, the actual victim, was already gone.This matter would weigh on Beverly's heart for the rest of her life. She'd never had the chance to protect her mother."Keep an eye on her," James said coolly before hanging up.He got to his feet and braced his hands on the edge of the desk, his tall, imposing figure casting a long, dark shadow. His voice was low as he said, "Don't take your eyes off her. Move in ten hours.""Roger

Beverly hurried from the rear building to the one in the front. On the way, she dialed the emergency line that could be reached at any time.The moment she stepped out of the elevator on the top floor, she collided with a pair of cold, somber eyes—Wayne's.Beverly was wearing a white shirt and jeans that day, and at this very moment, the handgun was tucked into the back pocket of her jeans. She reached back for the gun, staring at Wayne as he slowly approached her."Mrs. Bronson, I heard my wife asked you to come. Why haven't I seen her?""She suddenly felt unwell, so she asked me to visit by myself," Beverly answered, steadying herself even as beads of cold sweat formed on her forehead.Wayne carried an air of polished poise as he walked up to Beverly, staring at her. "I'm really sorry about what happened to your husband. I hope he'll get better soon."Beverly hummed in acknowledgment and stepped back into the elevator. "I'll head back for today. I'll visit Kyle some other day."

"James, let me go! Let me kill him!" Beverly cried out, her eyes bloodshot, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably. "James—"Suddenly, a thin, frail figure appeared in the doorway.It was Kyle.He took the gun from Beverly and walked up to Wayne. Before anyone could react, he pressed the gun against Wayne's chest and fired it.A loud bang rang out, followed immediately by Wayne's laughter."You're still too green, son."There weren't even blanks left in the gun anymore.Wayne grabbed Kyle by the collar and raised his own silver pistol. "I've lost everything, and it's all your fault."Kyle staggered back in shock. Wayne pulled the trigger, and the bullet whizzed straight for Kyle's heart.Immediately, another shot rang out. James had fired at Wayne from about 50 feet away, killing him.Kyle collapsed to the ground just as Isla crumpled in his arms."Why did you save me?" Kyle screamed, holding Isla tightly. Blood gushed from Isla's chest, and even her hands were cover