I Was His Secret Genius, Now I’m His Biggest Regret Chapter 30

I Was His Secret Genius, Now I’m His Biggest Regret Chapter 30

Clayton instinctively tried to deny it. “No… it isn’t like that…”

“Isn’t it?” The curve of Ava’s mouth held no warmth. “Then tell me.”

The rain was loud, but her voice was perfectly clear, a cold nail driven into everyone’s ears.

“Why did you register the formulas in my Distiller’s Ledger as ‘Montgomery family ancestral recipes’ without my knowledge?”

A roar exploded in Clayton’s head.

He stood there, numb, his whole body cold. The rain continued to pour over him, but he could no longer feel it.

Gasps rose around them. From the car that had slowed down, several heads leaned out.

“Dad…” Daisy’s voice trembled. She looked in disbelief at the man standing in the rain, the father she had worshiped, the father who had seemed capable of anything. “Dad, is that true?”

Beau stood not far away, frozen. He looked at Clayton, and the gaze that had once been filled with admiration now held only emptiness and disappointment.

Clayton opened his mouth, but no words came out.

There was no hatred in Ava’s eyes, no resentment, nothing at all. She only looked at him, as if confirming a fact she had known all along.

Suddenly, Daisy threw herself forward, beating her small fists against the window.

“Mom! I was wrong! I was really wrong!” she cried, her voice tearing, her face pressed against the cold glass, tears and rain mixing together. “I shouldn’t have smashed that bottle! I shouldn’t have said those things! Don’t leave me… please…”

Ava lowered her head and looked at her.

The little face was full of regret and fear, pitifully disheveled.

She looked at her, then reached out and pressed the window button.

The glass rose smoothly, shutting out the crying face and the heartbroken pleas.

In the last second before the window closed, she said softly to the man beside her,

“Ethan, let’s go.”

The pickup’s engine roared again, and this time, there was no hesitation.

The tires rolled through the standing water, splashing a sheet of cold spray, and drove away from the chaos of the rainy night without looking back.

Behind her, the children’s cries grew more distant, until they were swallowed by the wind and the rain.

Ava didn’t look back.