She wondered what would happen this time.
This time, Tony would no longer be there for her. After all, she was the one who rejected his advances.
As these thoughts ran wild in her mind, Myra felt a sense of despair that coursed through her veins. At this point, she couldn’t quite move her body, and it felt as stiff as a board.
“Miss Stark, why don’t you give Mr. Chase a call? You should get him to arrange for a lawyer or to come over and post bail as soon as possible,” reminded a young female cop. She had a look of pity on her face as she saw Myra’s expressionless face.
Shortly after that, she shoved a cell phone into Myra’s hands.
Myra sat there staring blankly at the phone in her hands. Sean is probably the last person on earth I would call. What a joke.
It was quite likely that he would hang up on her if she made that call. Moreover, it was wishful of her to expect him to post bail or even arrange for her a lawyer.
But then, who else can I seek help from now?
At that thought, Myra closed her eyelids and dialed the numbers in her mind. The phone rang a few times before it was finally picked up.
“Hello, may I know who’s on the line?”
As soon as she heard that familiar weathered voice, Myra could no longer control her tears as she sobbed. “Mr. Engelhard, I need some help!”
It was only twenty minutes after she ended the phone call. Time seemed to trickle by fairly slowly.
Myra was placed in a temporary lock-up cell. There were two others on her right and left. Apparently, one of them was in for manslaughter and the other one was in here for dealing drugs.
At that moment, she sat forlornly in the middle of the cell. Her arms were wrapped around herself in a fetal position and she had her head buried in her knees.
It was bitterly cold in here. Although it was the middle of summer, all she could feel were the chills deep within her.
Suddenly, she heard someone calling out her name.
“Myra Stark, someone’s here to bail you out!”
Is it Mr. Engelhard? Myra raised her head gradually and squinted her eyes as she walked toward the cell door.
She could see that there was a group of people rushing toward her. As they came nearer, she saw that there was a guy flanked by the rest of the people. At the same time, she heard someone say, “Director Hart, what’s the matter? There’s no need for you to come all the way here personally! You could have just given us instructions through Deputy Mayor Hart. We would gladly send over the person that you’re after.”
Director Hart… Myra seemed to have fallen into a trance when she heard that form of address. Is it him? Tony?
Suddenly, someone turned on the lights to the cell. The whole room lit up immediately and there was a ray of light that shone brightly toward her.
The light was too harsh for Myra’s eyes and she squinted in response. Then, she raised her head and tried to figure out where the voices were coming from. All she could see from her angle were a bunch of people dressed impeccably, and each and every one of them had a stern look on their faces. As they neared her, she finally saw the man flanked in the middle.
He strode over to her purposefully and swooped in like a guardian angel.
That man was dressed immaculately in a well-pressed suit, and this was a stark contrast to the dingy room she was in right now. His features remained the same and it was as perfect as before. However, he had a heavy scowl on his face; his eyes were cold with fury, and his mouth was pressed into a thin line. As he strode toward the cell door, his shiny leather shoes brushed against the floor. Everyone in the vicinity was clearly intimidated by his stance.
With trepidation, Captain Fowler stood next to Tony. Noticing Tony’s uncontrollable fury as he saw the woman in front of him, Captain Fowler immediately signaled to the person next to him. “What are you waiting for? Hurry up and unlock the door!”
At this point, Myra could clearly see who was in front of her. She finally saw who was the one that came here to rescue her.
Just then, she started shivering uncontrollably. At first, it was just a slight tremble, but then, it got to a point where she couldn’t control herself.
She couldn’t stop herself from shaking, for she had never ever expected herself to be in such a humiliating position in front of him.
Right now, she wished for the ground to swallow her up. Anything was better than being in this position; she didn’t want to be handcuffed and appear so vulnerable in front of him.
Shivering, she took a few steps backward. However, the door flung open and Tony was visibly consumed with fury as he made his way in.
As soon as he stepped into the tiny cell, Tony berated himself in his mind. He regretted letting her go, or rather, he regretted allowing her to step foot into Chase Residence.
He wished he was able to turn back time and start all over again. This was especially so after he noticed the fearful look in her eyes and her subconscious retreating movements. If he were to be given a second chance, he would start all over again and choose a different way. It might take longer for him to achieve his goal, but he would rather choose that than to see her in this current state of despair and helplessness.
“Myra…” he murmured hoarsely as he stood in front of her with his arms outstretched.
“I’m not Myra!” she retorted as she bit hard on her lips, trying to stop the tears from falling. Despite her attempt at defiance, she couldn’t stop retreating before finally burying her face in between her knees. “You’ve gotten the wrong person. I’m not Myra!”
“Myra!” Tony exclaimed as he looked on with a darkened face, pained by what he saw. Then, he took a step forward and lifted her into his arms. He could feel her shaking against his chest as he said, “It’s fine. I’m here to bring you home!”
At the same time, he couldn’t control his shaking hands. However, he kept a strong hold on her.
In the end, Myra could no longer stop the tears that had been welling up in her eyes; they coursed down her cheeks as she fell into his embrace. She clung tightly onto his shirt and sobbed like a child that had lost her way home.
“Tony!” Myra sobbed. “It wasn’t me. I had nothing to do with the project. It wasn’t my responsibility! I knew nothing about it. It wasn’t me…”
Her body heaved as she sobbed on. It was her way of releasing all the stress she had experienced throughout the years.
All this while, she had given her everything to the Chase household. However, what did she gain out of this?
She recalled the look in Eve’s eyes as she was escorted out by the cops; there was no hint of remorse at all in them. All she saw was a sense of relief. Even now, as she recalled all this, Myra was chilled to the core by her callousness.
“I trust you!” Tony proclaimed with his gruff voice. As he stared at the woman who was sobbing uncontrollably, he could feel his whole body tensing up. Everyone in the room could sense his hostility.
Right after that, Captain Fowler, who was fidgeting next to him, blurted, “Director Hart, we had nothing to do with this! Someone from Chase Group submitted the evidence to us. Besides, Miss Fisher also mentioned that we should feel free to take Miss Stark into custody!”
When he heard Captain Fowler’s words, Tony’s expression turned icy-cold, and he tightened his grip on Myra.
As for Myra, she gave a shudder upon hearing that statement.
Chase Group, Sean, Eve, and Lyla. At this point, she realized it was foolish of her to think that everything would end once she got through with the divorce. She thought that she would be able to put all the unhappiness behind her and move on with her life. However, she turned out to be the biggest fool of them all!
“I want to go home!” Myra uttered. Her heart seemed to be broken into pieces, for she could no longer feel her beating heart; it was as if it had shriveled up and died. She would no longer care for both Sean and Eve. Now, Myra mourned for the loss of her relationship and the family she once thought she had.
A moment later, Myra repeated herself. “I want to go home.” She felt extremely cold; it felt as if she was thrown stark naked outside during an icy-cold winter night.
Tony shot a cold look at Captain Fowler. Straight after that, he grabbed hold of the key and removed the handcuffs on Myra.
As soon as he uncuffed her, Tony caught sight of her wrist. His gaze darkened upon noticing the red marks on her wrist.
“I want to go home.” Myra repeated herself with a sniffle.
But where can I go? I no longer have a home to go to. Ever since Mom and Grandpa passed away, I no longer have a place to call home. At that thought, her body stiffened. As tears coursed down her cheeks, Tony could also feel it burning against his chest; he couldn’t bear to feel her tears.
“I’ll bring you home,” Tony proclaimed as he turned around and walked out with Myra cradled in his arms.
Meanwhile, Leo rushed in and said, “Director Hart, the lawyer has arrived and is waiting outside.”
