Deep Love Hidden From Him

Chapter 666

Sweeping a cold glance at him, Helen shouted at the door, "Come in."

The door was opened, and two people brought Derick in.

There was another person following behind them.

This person... Wilson suddenly widened his eyes.

"You're very surprised, aren't you? That person is still alive." Helen smiled mockingly.

Blood drained from Wilson's face, but he didn't say anything.

"Derick, are you finally willing to come out?" Theodore asked in a low voice.

Derick lowered his head and didn't dare to look at anyone. He only showed up because of Helen. Belongs to © n0velDrama.Org.

"You're the guy who drove into Alastair and Adrienne last time?" Alexander said as he looked at the other man. He had investigated before, but that person had left.

How could it be...

"When I found out what was going on, I went to arrange the men, but he didn't expect that Wilson would send someone abroad to kill him. If it wasn't for me, he would be dead now," Helen explained.

As for this man, he went straight to Wilson and snapped at him, "Wilson, you're cruel as hell. You said you would send me away from here, but you actually want me to leave this world, huh?"

"I didn't do it." Wilson looked up at him with scarlet eyes.

He really didn't do it.

However, no one would want to believe him.

"If it wasn't you, who else could it be? I've seen what you've done, but I didn't expect you'd use it on me," the man said angrily.

He came back from the dead as well. Even if he had to accept the sanctions in the law, he would not let Wilson go.

"Mr. Drake, I plead guilty. Wilson ordered me to do all this. He ordered me to injure the two Godfrey children, but they were saved by Miss Jenkins. He gave me money to go abroad. I thought I could escape, but I didn't think it would turn out like this."

Listening to his voice, no one sympathized with him. If he had not coveted money, he would not have found himself in this situation.

Talbot glanced at his subordinate and signaled for them to take the man away.

Then, he looked at Derick and said, "Tell me, what did you do?"

"I didn't do anything. I'm innocent."

"Innocent? Yeah, right. Stop flattering yourself. How did you treat Everleigh in the back alley eight years ago? Should I do you the courtesy of jogging your memory?" Alexander's voice was as cold as winter snow, the chill coming from his own blood.

Derick's eyes widened as he looked at him in disbelief. "How... How did you know?"

"Do you know why you were caught? It was because of Sanchez's death. By the way, you saw how Sanchez died, right? You also guessed that it was Wilson who did it, so you fled. Christopher had sent for you earlier too, but you had been taken away. I just didn't expect that person to be Madam Scott," Cecil said, but she kept her eyes on Helen.

Theodore's eyes were fixed on Helen. This once amiable old woman was incandescent, staring at her son.

He sometimes thought that everyone in the Godfrey family really had their own minds; God only knew what was in them.

Derick's eyes grew dim as he listened to Cecil's words. "I do know. When Sanchez died, I knew something wasn't right, so I went to see Galen, but he had cancer and wouldn't live long. My other brothers were dying, one after another. I knew it would soon be my turn. Sanchez called me before he died and told me that someone was investigating what happened back then. I was afraid they would find me, so I ran away. I didn't expect that you guys would find me." The more Derick spoke, the more his voice petered out.

"Who killed Sanchez?" Talbot asked. Previously, there was a car accident in front of the hospital and everyone knew the news. At that time, the perpetrator had fled and no one knew where he had gone.

"That man is dead. Speaking of which, I'll have to ask Mr. Godfrey. He always believes in himself because only the dead tell no tales," Theodore sneered.

Wilson sat in his chair with his head bowed, not saying a word. The glint in his eyes was fading away.

The moment Derick appeared, he had already lost.

"I went looking for Derick when I found out where he was. The Meyer family were looking for him, too, but I was worried that they might not protect him adequately, so I specifically sent someone to bring him back. Otherwise, he would be dead already." Helen had had it all thought out.

"Mom, did you fake your death just to wage a fight against me?"

Helen grimaced. "Yes. Everleigh and Christopher suggested helping secretly when I was sick. You made use of Josephine, and Madison outwardly turned against me, but in reality you were the one who most wanted me dead."

Theodore looked at Wilson. He couldn't suppress the rage in his heart. This man had even wanted to kill his own mother; he simply did not deserve to be human.

Wilson did not speak, but smiled self-deprecatingly. "It seems that my kindness to Everleigh is leaving a scourge for myself."

"You b*stard, don't you know where you went wrong?" Helen slapped him again when she heard these words.

Even at this point, Wilson still refused to repent. It was clear that he was the one who had started the trouble, but he bore not the slightest intention of repenting.

Wilson turned his head and looked at Helen, a sneer on his lips. "Mom, what did I do wrong? Why must you take Madison's word for it?"

"You think I don't know why you were with Yvonne at the time? Even though she said she didn't want anything, she still wanted to have everything the

Godfrey family had, didn't she? As bad as Madison was, she was still your legal wife. In the end, I have to give the Allen family an explanation." Helen's face was red with anger and her eyes were bloodshot.

Wilson sniggered. "Fair enough. No matter how bad Yvonne was, she had been with me for so many years."

"But you still killed her, didn't you? What do you mean by arguing? That was Hansen and Loraine not pursuing it. They still think of you as their father. Don't you even realize that?"

Wilson's face stiffened, as if he had never thought about it.

Theodore stood up and walked over to him. His eyes were a pool of sadness. "The biggest mistake wasn't you. It was my mother and Yvonne, who had married you."

Wilson's eyes widened, but he still couldn't deny what he was saying.

"In your heart, there is only yourself. Every time, you'd say that it was for my own good. In fact, you wanted me to be your dummy. I had admired you ever since I was a child because you're my father, but what about you? Did you ever think of us as your own children?" Theodore's voice was frigid, interspersed with a hint of desolation.

He had felt kinship with his own father, but it had been stifled to death by the latter himself.

Any illusions about him were also shattered.

Facing Theodore's accusations, Wilson was unable to form a single word.