Chapter 389 Charisa Neller

“Yes.”

Elvis wiped his eyes and raised his head. His eyes shimmered with tears as he looked at Damien. “Old Mr. Lenoir found me when my mother was seriously ill. I was searching for a way to make money in the black market.”

“However…”

He laughed bitterly. “Thirteen years ago, I was traumatized by what happened and vowed never to commit arson or harm anyone again. Instead, I planned to sell my blood or organs.”

“Unexpectedly, even after all these years, Old Mr. Lenoir still had someone waiting to capture me in the black market.”

Although Elvis was staring directly at Damien, his gaze seemed distant. Later, he sent people to beat me up and threatened to hand me over to the police.”

“I admitted that I deserved punishment for my crime, but I begged to be allowed to say goodbye to my family. My mother was dying, and the daughter I raised had reached a marriageable age. I pleaded to see them one last time.”

“Old Mr. Lenoir took pity on me and asked if I would do something in exchange for forgiveness. He knew I was just a pawn. Even if I hadn’t started the fire, the mastermind would have found someone else…”

“I was desperate and had no choice but to do as Old Mr. Lenoir said.”

“Then, I showed Cherise your photo and asked if she would be with you….”

Elvis looked down and laughed bitterly. “At the time, I thought if she agreed, I could pretend it was a normal matchmaking and move on.

“If she didn’t want to marry you, I wouldn’t force her. I knew I would eventually have to go to prison.”

“However, I didn’t expect her to agree when she saw your photo. She even put it under her pillow, saying you were her lucky star.”

“At the time, her aunt and I questioned her, thinking she was just trying to put us at ease. We were worried that she only agreed to marry you to save my mother.”

“Later, we realized that… she really did like you…”

Elvis raised his head again and focused on Damien. “But fate played a cruel trick. I thought everything would be over after Cherise married you.”

“Who knew…”

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“My grandfather was right.”

Damien narrowed his eyes and emphasized what Elvis had said. “You were just a pawn.”

“Even if you hadn’t started the fire thirteen years ago, someone else would have.”

He closed his eyes and clenched his fists. “Honestly, you shouldn’t blame yourself for everything.

Elvis gave a bitter laugh. “But there’s no denying that what I did was wrong.

“I should take responsibility for my mistake.”

He sighed and continued, “I’ve made arrangements for my family. My wife will take them to a place where no one knows them.”

“They’ll be safe without me.”

Then, he closed his eyes. “The person I worry about the most is still… Cherise?

“She has a complicated background. Her mother is a formidable figure. Her father…”

He laughed sarcastically. “Since I’m here now, I might as well tell you about her past. At least you won’t be confused when her birth parents come looking for her.”

Damien narrowed his eyes. “Alright.”

In reality, Damien already knew a lot about Cherise’s background.

Still, he was curious to hear what Elvis had to say.

“Since you had a previous agreement with Charisa Neller, you should have returned Cherry to her thirteen years ago. Why didn’t you?”

Elvis was stunned.

He clenched his handcuffed fists and mumbled, “I…”

“Furthermore…”

Damien frowned and continued calmly. “If I’m not mistaken, Charisa Neller changed her name to Charisa Miles thirteen years ago. She killed her then-husband and became the head of the Miles. family.”