All Chapters of A Man Reborn: Beg for My Heart: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Vincent looked at Walt through the bars. He was practically begging for good news.But Walt's expression stayed cold. He was utterly unmoved by Vincent's pleading. His gaze was vacant, and Vincent felt hope wither inside him.After a long moment, Walt finally spoke."The evidence against you is ironclad. Even the finest lawyer in the country wouldn't be able to overturn this case. And to think I raised a son as pathetic as you," he lamented.The words hit Vincent like a blow, snuffing out the last of his hope."Dad! I'm your son! How can you not believe me? Why would I ever hurt Mabel and Shane? I'm innocent. I was framed! You have to believe me!"Sweat beaded on Vincent's forehead as he pleaded, but Walt's expression remained stone-cold."Dad, please. Just believe me. Just this once!" he cried, his voice cracking with desperation.Walt only tossed a document over to him. Clearly, he had prepared it in advance."Sign it. The Harpers aren't going down with you."Vincent picked

"Why are you doing this to me?" Vincent finally managed to ask.One of the inmates scoffed. "Ha, you're asking us why? Like you don't know what filthy things you've done!"Another one of them grabbed a fistful of his hair, spitting the words out with venom. "You paid someone to run down an old lady and a kid. Just how rotten is your heart? Consider this justice."Battered and helpless, Vincent lay broken on the ground. He endured every strike and mocking word in absolute silence.This went on for half a year.He spent his days living on a razor's edge, watching his strength and sanity slowly slip away.As he grew thinner and weaker, even the slightest effort left him coughing up blood. Looking down at the blood smeared on his palm, he knew full well that his days were numbered.So Vincent gritted his teeth and made one last request to the prison staff. He wanted to see Samara one more time.He'd expected nothing to come of it. But that day, she actually showed up.As he looked

Vincent demanded answers bluntly, his stare hard and full of suspicion.A flicker of something unreadable crossed Marisol's eyes, but it was gone almost as quickly as it appeared."Vincent, all you need to know is that I'll get you to Dad safely," she explained. "You don't need to know anything else."Her reply left him deeply unsettled, but he chose not to press for details.He knew absolutely nothing about her or the man she kept referring to. But given his situation, he couldn't afford to be picky. After all, beggars couldn't be choosers."You need to eat more," Marisol said, her tone softening slightly.Vincent frowned and shook his head.The moment he closed his eyes, Samara's blood-soaked image surfaced in his mind instantly, making his heart wrench.He immediately pushed that image away, reminding himself that whatever happened to her was no longer his concern.Meanwhile, Marisol finished tidying up. Seeing him lost in thought, she could more or less figure out what he

"Ms. Copeland, we need to ask you a few questions about what happened that day. We'd appreciate your cooperation," the officer said, his tone formal.Samara lowered her eyes and nodded. As the officers questioned her, she slowly recounted everything that happened the other day."We've apprehended the driver. According to his statement, he confirmed that Mr. Harper was kidnapped and claimed he was acting on Zachary's orders," the officer explained. "Unfortunately, Zachary sustained serious injuries during the struggle and didn't survive. As for Mr. Harper, we…"The officer paused, glancing at Samara's pale face."We haven't located him yet. But rest assured, we're increasing our search efforts. We will find him," he said firmly.Samara merely gave a soft, noncommittal hum. Her expression was unreadable. She said nothing more, as though none of it concerned her at all.Though the storm had passed, she was still weak. She gently ran her fingers over the gauze, a hollow, self-depre

Samara's tone was level despite a faint rasp in her voice. Anthony blinked in surprise but ultimately decided not to press further and quietly slipped out.Once he'd left, Kirsten turned to Samara again and asked, "Are you really giving up? You're not going to search for him at all?"Samara closed her eyes and said nothing. Perhaps this was how Vincent wanted things to end.After a long silence, she opened her eyes again. "Maybe the only way to truly make amends is to let him go rather than stubbornly cling to him. I'm done interfering in his life. I'm setting him free."Kirsten frowned. She didn't quite understand what Samara said.Make amends? What had Samara even done to Vincent for things to reach this point? And how could letting go possibly count as making amends?She met Samara's unreadable gaze and sighed inwardly.At the end of the day, she was just an outsider and didn't know everything that had transpired between them. Still, she was certain that Samara truly loved Vi