The Wedding Game That Cost Him Everything Chapter 23
The fellowship that followed was busy and monotonous.
Much like my life had been when I was working in the States.
Sometimes I called my relatives.
At first, they had blamed me.
Once they learned everything that happened, they turned around and comforted me instead.
The person I kept in touch with most was still Chloe.
Chloe hadn’t blamed me. She had only felt sorry for me.
She gave birth to a daughter named Peace, and the child was already talking.
I mailed her a gold commemorative bracelet.
Most of what I heard from the United States also came through Chloe.
What Sloane had done in the past went far beyond what I had seen.
The Ferraro Family had long since had enough of this daughter who never stopped making trouble.
Before, Tucker had always protected her, using the name of the Moretti heir to suppress testimony.
Now, Tucker no longer wanted to protect her, and no longer could.
Overnight, Sloane went from being protected to being someone every victim could seek redress from.
The three-party committee stripped her of Family protection, ordered the Ferraro Family to pay compensation, and placed her in a controlled private psychiatric institution.
This time, she could no longer escape the consequences by going abroad.
Tucker rejected his adviser’s suggestion that he shift blame and directly admitted to his own orders.
He was sent to the same institution.
Chloe said that every day he chased Sloane through the halls with a group of patients, shouting, “Come on, friend—let’s take a bath together!”
Later, Chloe came to Geneva to see me, bringing Peace, who had already learned to walk.
She also brought the latest news.
Sloane seemed to have truly gone insane.
She had secretly drugged a group of patients, then tricked them into jumping from an upper floor.