To the Man Destined to Kill Me - Chapter 117

The White family had completely fallen apart in just a few weeks.

The eldest son, John, had his lawyer’s license revoked and resigned from his political position.

Aaron had been surrounded by rumors ever since an article claimed he was involved with the mafia. Now his relationship with them had broken down completely, and he was fighting over the operation and ownership of the casino.

Susan’s secret account was discovered, and she was now under suspicion of tax evasion, facing a tax investigation.

On top of that, her son Isaac had run away from home and was hiding from the family, leaving her awake every night with worry.

And Scott…

“John, John. You know very well this kind of issue can’t be handled emotionally. Please calm down.”

“A search warrant?! This is unbelievable!”

“If there’s no real problem, then the investigation won’t lead to anything.”

John had heard in advance, through Senator Jeremy Wells, that a search warrant had been issued by the prosecutor handling Scott’s case. Uncharacteristically, he couldn’t hide his anger.

A warrant to search Scott meant the other siblings could also be investigated at any time.

“You know this isn’t just some small issue!”

“Maybe it’s better this way. Suspicion is just suspicion. If this clears things up, they won’t have a reason to mess with your siblings again.”

“Mr. Wells…”

John slowly calmed his breathing and stared at Jeremy Wells.

Jeremy looked at John with some pity, knowing how he always treated his siblings’ problems like his own.

Now in middle age, John was an excellent politician—calm, logical, and smart.

He was the firstborn of the prestigious White political family and had worked as a public defender before entering politics. He knew what the people wanted better than anyone.

But he didn’t know his family well. He clearly loved them deeply and tried to fulfill his role as the eldest, but his ideas often clashed with those of his siblings.

The rift between the siblings caused by the Noah Ashford mother and son incident was well-known among Wifland’s upper class.

“John… Weapons from Cravitz being sold to pirates is a very serious matter.”

“I know. I do. But…”

If pirates got their hands on weapons, it meant that funding had reached the rebels in a nearby country currently in civil war.

This fact alone had the potential to spark conflict between nations, making it an extremely serious issue.

“He’s not that stupid. He’s rough, but he knows what he should and shouldn’t do.”

“The weapon is one banned from international circulation and use. If it ended up in their hands…”

John understood the meaning of that silence. He bit his lower lip at the unspoken words behind it.

“The warrant has already been issued, so—”

Jeremy Wells cut him off. The information he had was heavy.

“The prosecutor in charge is Peter Weavers.”

John’s expression turned stiff instantly. No wonder—Peter Weavers came from the lower class and had a strong grudge against the elite.

Born into extreme poverty, he had taken down a gang ruling over the slums, earning nationwide support.

He never compromised with the corruption or immorality of the upper class and stuck strictly to the rules. No one with power could influence him.

John let out a deep sigh and rubbed his face with his palm. His throat felt tight, and his chest ached.

“You’d better put together a solid legal team.”

Jeremy Wells patted John on the back.

Wifland’s judiciary would try to cut off the issue at its root to prevent international conflict.

The problem was, illegal arms trafficking in Wifland was a crime equivalent to the death penalty.

“This is horrible.”

Susan took a sip of alcohol as she pointed to the guards stationed throughout the mansion. Her son had run away, and she was under tax investigation—nothing was going right.

Now that Aaron and the mafia were at odds, they had to place guards in every hallway in case of an attack.

Scarlett, who always comforted her during times like this, was unfortunately bedridden, adding to Susan’s worries.

Susan felt incredibly unlucky. And she firmly believed all this misfortune started with Noah Ashford. Aaron clicked his tongue at her attitude.

“Drinking during the day, huh?”

“Just hand over the casino and cut ties clean with the mafia.”

“Do you know how much money we invested in that casino? And what the annual profit is? Once you consider its future value, you wouldn’t say that.”

“Oh, so you’re aiming to be both steel king and casino king now?”

“Don’t be sarcastic. Anyway, I think we’ll need another mortgage loan from the bank—”

Aaron’s sentence was interrupted as Scott entered, having just come back from an all-night meeting at the company about the current crisis.

“Damn it!”

Scott’s face was shadowed with fatigue. As soon as he entered the dining room, he grabbed the wine Susan had taken out and drank it all in one go.

Slamming the empty bottle on the table, he wiped his wine-stained mouth and growled. Aaron tried to calm him down.

“Relax. This is probably just a misunderstanding. You wouldn’t sell weapons to pirates.”

But surprisingly, Scott didn’t start ranting that it was all Noah Ashford’s fault or that he wanted to kill him. Probably because Noah was Teddy’s father.

Just as he was holding back his anger and trying to stay calm, loud footsteps echoed from downstairs.

The dining room doors burst open amid shouting. A group of men in neat suits entered.

“You can’t go in there!”

The house staff rushed in behind them, panicked, but couldn’t stop them.

“Who are you?”

Aaron carefully reached into his pocket. If they were mafia goons, he planned to shoot them in the head.

One of the men reached into his jacket. Aaron paused and instinctively drew his gun.

“Whoa. Mr. Aaron White. Best to calm down.”

“I asked who you are.”

The cigar in Aaron’s mouth burned slowly as it released smoke. Scott stepped in front of Susan to shield her. Aaron scanned the men.

“You don’t look like enforcers. Maybe lawyers working for the mafia?”

The one who answered was Scott, with a twisted grin.

“They’re prosecutors.”

Scott raised his hand and pushed Aaron’s gun toward the floor. Aaron’s veins bulged on his forehead.

The man in the dark navy suit introduced himself in a firm tone.

“Correct. I’m Peter Weavers. I assume you know my office… Oh, right, here’s the warrant.”

“A warrant for arrest, I assume?”

“Sharp, just as they say.”

“An arrest warrant?! There’s no need to arrest him!”

“There’s a risk of evidence being destroyed. I had no choice, Ms. Susan White.”

Peter Weavers adjusted his glasses. The sharp look in his eyes cut through the clear lenses.

“I’ll file a formal complaint. This is ridiculous!”

Normally, Susan and Scott bickered like cats and dogs, but now she was the one objecting the most. Surprisingly, Aaron was the one to stop her.

With the calm of someone who’d been through countless crises with the mafia, he draped an arm over Susan’s shoulder and puffed out cigar smoke.

The officers placed handcuffs on Scott. Susan grimaced and turned her head away. Aaron’s eyes locked on the cuffs.

“Mr. Prosecutor. One day, you’ll regret this.”

His voice, through clenched teeth and cigar smoke, sounded like a beast growling.

Aaron gently patted his younger brother’s shoulder, still stunned by the idea he might go to prison.

“Scott. Remember when you were ten or so? You were furious because you couldn’t go to the forest camp with your friends. Just think of jail as that camp you missed.”

Scott snorted at the joke. The tension in his shoulders finally eased.

“That’s nonsense.”

“Exactly. All of this is nonsense, so there’s no way you’ll be found guilty.”

Scott was led away by the prosecutor. The staff, worried they might lose their jobs if the family collapsed, watched with unease.

He paused for a moment while walking. Then, speaking politely for once, he made a request.

“Please cover my hands until I get into the carriage.”

He added quickly,

“There’s… a little kid in this house. I can’t let a five-year-old see me like this.”

Hearing that, Peter Weavers took out a handkerchief and covered Scott’s cuffs. Teddy was likely asleep, but it was better to avoid any chance of trauma.

And though he didn’t say it out loud, there was also Scarlett. If she saw this while sick in bed, the shock might be too much.

Scott didn’t want to burden his family—he wanted to bear this alone.

Worried that either mother or child might see him, he stood tall and walked out of the White mansion.

Watching her younger brother being taken away in handcuffs, Susan murmured,

“I can’t tell Scarlett about this. I just can’t.”

Luckily, at that moment, Scarlett had fallen asleep again due to the medicine and didn’t know what had happened downstairs.

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