NovelEnglishChapter 361
The meeting dragged on until ten at night, leaving everyone completely drained. Even Clara admitted that what
Bradford Group desperately needed were
profitable projects. Without them, the company would just keep limping along until it finally went under.
After all, there were thousands of employees depending on them, with huge monthly expenses. Once the money
dried up, bankruptcy was inevitable.
When Clara finally got home, her eyes felt gritty, and she was beyond exhausted. All she wanted was to collapse
into bed and sleep.
What Clara didn't realize was that someone had already set out in the dead of night to find Naomi.
After Johnny's funeral, Naomi had retreated to a secluded convent. It was a four- hour drive from the city, and
someone had driven through the night, twisting the truth with every mile.
"Your beloved son was led astray by her," the visitor claimed. "All those loyal executives who stood by Johnny
were fired. Don't you want to fight for justice? Don't you want to see your son, who's been through so much?"
Naomi clutched her prayer beads, eyes closed, reciting her prayers. The visitor's tone remained calm and
deliberate.
"Naomi, you were Johnny's first wife. People believe you. If you tell everyone that Clara did all this out of greed
for the Bradford fortune, then Ryan could be saved. Everyone would pity him for being betrayed by his own
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Naomi kept murmuring her prayers, hands clasped, undisturbed by the visitor's words.
The visitor's patience wore thin. "Naomi, I've been talking for ages, and you haven't even opened your eyes. Isn't
that a bit rude?"
Naomi had shaved off her beautiful hair and wore simple, coarse clothes. When Johnny was alive, he spoiled her
with designer clothes and fine dining. They had risen from poverty together, and he had never let her down.
She loved Johnny more than anything. Now that he was gone, life felt pointless. And after seeing Quinn's true
colors, she couldn't tell what was real anymore. The solitude of the convent brought her peace.
She lit sincense, bowed with respect, and finally spoke.
"I know why you're here. | was foolish, blinded by my own biases, forgetting Clara is my daughter too. Our
estrangement is my fault. | tried to make her life hard to make up for neglecting Quinn. But Quinn's words were
all lies. I've been deceived for so long, losing my husband, my father, and even my daughter. If my own daughter
can deceive me, why should | believe you?"
Her voice was calm, as if she'd truly seen through life's illusions.
The visitor grew anxious. "Don't you care about your son? Ryan is confined, and only you can save him."
Naomi finished lighting the incense and resumed her prayers, smiling slightly. "Why save him? What he did was
wrong. He should face the consequences. | know my son; if he felt wronged, he would crawl here to complain. If
he's hiding, it's because he's guilty."
The visitor, at a loss for words, grew angry and knocked the sticks onto the floor.
“Ha, Naomi, you might have given up on life, but when you lose your son too, you'll regret it. Clara is ambitious
and ruthless, and if you ignore her, you'll end up alone!"
But Naomi remained unshaken, continuing her prayers, beads slipping faster through her fingers.
The late-night visitor was Megan. Overcwith anger, she stormed out, but just
as she was about to leave the hall, Naomi's voice called out behind her.
"Those who do wrong will meet their end. That's my advice to you."
Megan froze, gripping the doorfrtightly.
"Naomi, there are no gods. | control my fate, not the heavens. I'll make sure | have a good life, and no one will
stop me. You've given up, relying on nonexistent gods. If there were gods, the Bradford family wouldn't be in this
mess. Your husband was always doing good deeds, wasn't he?"
Even as she left, Megan tried to shake Naomi's faith.
Naomi merely swayed slightly, then resumed her prayers with renewed vigor.
As Megan got into her car, anger still simmered. She had planned to reveal that Ryan was detained, dragging
him and the Bradford Group into ruin. But Clara had defused the situation, even turning public sympathy toward
Ryan.
Taking a deep breath, Megan slammed the steering wheel.
But she wouldn't let this setback get her down. Within ten minutes, she was calm again.
She looked down on Naomi, believing Naomi's enlightenment was just an escape. Megan always knew what she
wanted and how to get it.
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