Four Childhood Heroes For Her? Fine, I Cut Off The Four Who Betrayed Me Chapter 09

Four Childhood Heroes For Her? Fine, I Cut Off The Four Who Betrayed Me Chapter 09

Sure enough, during another one of their live broadcasts, an armed man stormed the room and

stabbed all four of them.

Although security guards restrained him at the scene, all four suffered severe injuries and were

rushed to the hospital.

Despite emergency medical intervention, the attack left one dead and three permanently

disabled.

Ethan survived, but suffered the most catastrophic injuries among the survivors.

His abdominal cavity was punctured and his chest bones were shattered, leaving him

permanently confined to a wheelchair and dependent on a colostomy bag for the rest of his

life.

To make matters worse, police confirmed that the attacker was one of the original perpetrators who had kidnapped the four of them and murdered my parents years ago.

He was also Ava Monroe’s biological father.

The harm Ethan had caused by supporting Ava ran far deeper than he had ever imagined.

Ethan suffered a complete mental breakdown. He attempted to end his life by crawling out of a

window, but due to his limited mobility, he merely fell onto a lower platform, breaking his

neck and becoming a high-level quadriplegic.

The rest of his life was effectively ruined.

The other two survivors fared no better.

Ava’s father confessed to all his crimes, including how he worked with his daughter to abduct

me during the chaotic media interview at the airport.

Recalling that day in his confession, he expressed bitterness.

“That girl was lucky. My daughter got all her location details from those four fools and cut off every path of survival for her, but a passing attorney ruined everything and saved her.”

“Otherwise, those four idiots would be nothing, and her parents’ business would belong

entirely to my daughter!”-

The video recording of his confession was leaked online, exposing the truth behind how my parents had sacrificed their lives to save the four boys years ago.

All the instances where they had hutniliated and mistreated me for Ava’s sake were brought to light.

Public outrage erupted against the four. Netizens condernned them for their complete lack of conscience, pointing out that my parents died saving them, yet they had treated me like garbage to please the daughter of my parents’ killer.

Even when they issued public apologies, the backlash remained relentless.

Left with no choice, their families relocated away from the city they had lived in for decades, changing their identities.

Yet they remained subject to recognition, forced to live like fugitives from public judgment.

After recovering from my injuries, I reclaimed my capstone project, accepted a fresh fellowship invitation from a European institution, and secured substantial investment backing.

Three years later, I graduated as an honor scholar from the Iceland University of the Arts. My luxury jewelry brand expanded across major European cities.

Invited back to my alma mater in New York to share my entrepreneurial experience with students, I spotted three familiar figures sitting in the back of the auditorium.

Bound to wheelchairs, managing medical bags, they drew glances of aversion from everyone

around them.

Nothing remained of their former elite stature.

The attorney who had rescued me from my ordeal in France three years ago-now my husband -noticed them as well.

Fearing I might feel uncomfortable, he walked over and used his tall stature to block the three figures in the corner from my view.

I raised my glass toward him, a warm smile spreading across my face before I even spoke.

Surrounded by applausc and flowers, I had finally stepped out of the shadow that had hung over me for over a decade.

From this point on, my life moves upward while theirs sinks below.

I will never cross paths with those people again.