Goodbye Saintess (by Edelweiss W.S.) novel Chapter 84

Desperation surged through Ezra, fueling a frantic burst of strength that caught everyone off guard. With a sudden, wild motion, he broke free from the guards’ grasp and scrambled toward me, collapsing at my feet. His hands slapped against his own face with a harshness that seemed almost self-punishing. Tears streamed down his cheeks, mingling with mucus, painting a raw picture of anguish and regret.

“Mr. Grimwald! Please! I’m so sorry! I was wrong to look down on you! I was the biggest fool—blind and stupid! Please, have mercy!” His voice cracked, trembling with genuine remorse and desperation.

His battered lips were split and bleeding, and the bruises and cuts from the previous day still hadn’t healed. Now, fresh wounds marked his face, adding to the pitiful sight he presented.

“Please, Mr. Grimwald! Have mercy on me!” he pleaded, his voice rising in a shrill, desperate wail that showed no signs of fading.

Baron’s patience had clearly run dry. He scowled, his tone harsh and impatient. “What on earth? How did this idiot even get loose? Drag him out of here! If he keeps this up, he’ll give Mr. Grimwald an eye infection with all that crying!”

The guards quickly closed in, gripping Ezra firmly and hauling him away once again as his screams echoed faintly behind them.

I found myself unable to watch any longer. I had a soft spot for Howard and Miley, and by extension, their family. “That’s enough. Just fire him. No need to make a bigger scene.”

Baron blinked, clearly surprised by my unexpected mercy. Then a slow smile spread across his face. “Oh, you’re merciful, Mr. Grimwald! Truly a beacon of kindness. Guards, just toss him out onto the sidewalk and be done with it.”

The guards nodded, their grip gentler this time as they escorted Ezra from sight.

“Thank you! Thank you, Mr. Grimwald! Mr. Goldman! I don’t deserve this, but you’re a saint!” Ezra shouted, delirious with relief. Before disappearing, he slapped himself a few more times, as if trying to punish himself for his past arrogance.

Baron shook his head in disgust. “The nerve of that clown, thinking he had the right to speak in front of you. It makes my blood boil.”

Just as the doors were about to close, Hera caught sight of a man inside and furrowed her brow in confusion. ‘Why does he look like Sebastian?’ she wondered, her heart skipping a beat.

But that made no sense. Sebastian had been a low-ranking firefighter. Even if he had quit and started his own business—rumors she had heard whispered around town—that still didn’t explain how someone like him could possibly have a place at Baron Inc.

Today was the annual Project Investment Forum hosted by Baron Inc., a prestigious event known for its exclusivity and selectiveness. Hera had pulled every string she could find just to secure a pass.

‘Edge hasn’t been doing well lately,’ she scolded herself silently, shaking her head to clear the distracting thoughts. ‘So why am I even thinking about Sebastian?’

Since he left, her mind had been haunted by his image more often than she liked. Sometimes, he even appeared in her dreams, vivid and unsettling.