Don’t Fall for the Billionaire Lover

"Chloe, I'm old-practically have one foot in the grave. Let's just leave the past where it belongs,” Nemo said, sounding tired and worn out.

But Chloe wasn't about to let him skate by. She dove right in, not giving Nemo a chance to deflect.

"Master, the Grevenberg family-all thirty-eight of them. You didn't kill them, did you?"

At the mention of the Grevenberg family, Nemo's expression changed. For a moment, he just stood there in silence, then turned his back to her.

"So what if I did? Or if I didn't? Everything in this world comes down to fate. Sometimes we're close to people, sometimes we're just passing through. Who among us hasn't carried someone else's burden?"

Chloe didn't let up. She hit him with another hard truth.

"But Master, Jeffery didn't kill the Grevenberg family either. You've both spent all these years thinking you were carrying each other's sins. Have you really never considered that maybe fate just played a cruel joke on both of you?"

All the usual playfulness faded from Nemo's face, replaced by a rare seriousness. His eyes, usually so full of mischief, suddenly looked sharp and clear.

"What did you say?"

Chloe saw the shock on his face and realized there had to be some mistake here.

"Two years ago, you gave me that letter to deliver to Jeffery. I only managed to give it to him last night. He was stunned-said the whole thing was a mess. After we pressed him, we found out he's always believed you followed through with the job for him. He's spent years thinking you're the one who killed the Grevenberg family."noveldrama

Nemo's eyes turned dark, heavy, like he was carrying a mountain on his shoulders.

"How is that possible?"

"Master, what really happened that night? Why did you say you carried out the task for him? Why did you think he was the one who killed the Shangguan family?"

Nemo sat back down in his rocking chair, but the carefree vibe from before was gone. He didn't answer Chloe's questions. Instead, he asked, "Where's Wolf?" "Jeffery's waiting for you in the study."

Outside the Sartori family's study, Nemo hesitated for a moment. He'd been here before, more than once He knew Jeffery had been hiding out inside alone with his thoughts Nemo had visited plenty of times over the past year, but he'd always stopped short of actually going in.

Today, the door was left open.

Jeffery stood inside, his back to the doorway, staring at a painting on the wall. At

the sound of footsteps, he turned around immediately.

There, standing in the doorway, was Nemo.

For a moment, the two old men just stood there, silent, looking at each other. In

an instant, both of their eyes turned red with tears.

Connor, watching from a distance, was stunned. In his memory, Jeffery had always been the strong one-never shed a tear, never let his kids see even a hint of weakness. But now, Jeffery's eyes were shining with tears, his lips trembling. It took him a long time to find his voice.

"Shadow, when did you get so old?"

Nemo's hair was pure white now. Still, he looked younger than most

straight, his eyes full of life. He.

men his age-his back was not

wasn't tall, and he was a bit on the skinny side, dressed in a simple suit that somehow made him look even slimmer. But anyone who'd ever seen a real fighter could tell-he moved with a quiet confidence, every step measured. Honestly, even Kash probably wouldn't want to go up against him.

Nemo let out a long sigh. "Look who's talking. You think you're any better? With all those wrinkles, your face could be used as sheet music."

Just like that, the heavy mood in the room broke.

Nemo walked in and picked a spot on a mahogany sofa, sinking into the plush cushions. "Now this is nice. Bet this couch cost a pretty penny."

He ran his fingers along the armrest, scratching it a little to check the wood. The butler standing nearby looked like he was about to have a heart attack—after all, that was a rare antique sofa Jeffery had bought at auction for over two million.