On the Ruins of His Regret I Soar novel Chapter 307

“Stop talking!”

“Don’t say another word!”

Kevin grabbed a nearby wine bottle and raised it high, aiming for Kennedy Hall. A police officer grabbed his wrist just in time, and the bottle fell to the floor at Kevin’s feet, shattering in a spray of red liquid that stained the carpet. As Kevin was restrained, Jessica pulled a tissue from her pocket and handed it to the crying woman.

Kennedy wiped her eyes and continued. “I only found all this out later. At the time, all I saw was Oliver hanging out with this new deadbeat friend, Lucas Charles, ignoring our daughter’s illness and coming home reeking of alcohol every night. At first, he’d just push me away when I tried to talk to him. But then one day, he hit me. It was the first time he’d ever laid a hand on me. I asked for a divorce, and he took me to file the papers that very same day.”

“After we signed, I broke down and asked him what would happen to our daughter. He just looked at me and said, ‘It’s up to fate now. If God doesn’t want her to live, she can just wait at home to die.’ I slapped him across the face and told him she was my daughter now, and I would save her even if I had to sell my own blood. Three months after the divorce, the police showed up at the hospital. They said Oliver had killed a young couple in a drunk driving accident and wanted to ask me some questions. I didn't know anything, so I just told them the truth: that ever since our daughter got sick, he’d started drinking heavily, and we hadn’t spoken since the divorce.”

Sarah Charles, sitting in the audience, stood up. “Isabella’s right! My father passed away five years ago, and he would never do something so horrible. This is absurd.”

Willie Brown frowned and pulled her back down. “Stay out of this!”