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Chapter 1838 No Need For Guilt

On the way home, Vinson was mired in a solemn mood, for it was he who had gotten the police to arrest Gaspar. Little did he expect that, in the end, the latter would offer to return the company

shares to him.

Gaspar even told him that the money used to purchase the company was clean and had nothing to do with his illicit gains. Thus, even if the police investigated its source, they would have no

right to confiscate it.

After hearing Gaspar's words, Vinson revealed that it was he who had called the cops.

While Gaspar didn't comment on Vinson's confession, Susanne gave the latter a slap, demanding to know how he could've done something like that. Nonetheless, although Vinson didn’t explain

himself, Gaspar wasn't oblivious to the reason.

He told Vinson that he didn’t hold a grudge for the latter's actions since he was the one who forced Vinson into a corner and even spurned Vinson’s attempt to negotiate a peaceful settlement

previously.

In the end, he instructed Vinson to bury him in Lightspring after his death, right beside his mother's grave so that he could keep watch over her. It was only then that Susanne and the others

learned Gaspar’s mother had passed away ten years ago.

The moment he reached home, Vinson locked himself in his study while Susanne, who was still fuming over her son's actions, headed straight to her room. Sensing the tension, Arielle hurried

over to speak to the latter.

“Mom, you shouldn't have hit Vinson today.” Arielle stared at Susanne with a grave expression. “You might feel bad over Gaspar being imprisoned and sentenced to death by firing squad, but

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have you ever thought about your own son? If Vinson hadn't called the cops, the hatred Gaspar harbored toward Vinson and you would have driven him to kill the three of us.”

With that, Arielle related everything that happened with Gaspar to Susanne. “If it wasn't because we were lucky, you would already be crying over your son's grave. What you did really hurt

Vinson, for he, too, is mired in guilt. Not only did you not comfort him, but you also—"

In no mood to continue, Arielle decided to return to Vinson’s side.

“Just think about what | said.” With that, Arielle tuned around and headed upstairs.

“Dad, have | made a mistake?” Vinson mumbled to himself. Inside the study, he was staring at the picture of his father on his desk.

Truth be told, he had no doubt what he did was right. However, he just couldn't shake the niggling sense of guilt.

When Arielle didn’t find Vinson in their bedroom, she automatically knew that he was in his study. Thus, without even knocking, she headed straight in.

Cough! Cough!

No sooner had she opened the door than she choked upon the thick smoke. Realizing it was Arielle, the smoking Vinson stubbed out his cigarette and swiftly led her out.

Arielle looked at him with her sparkling eyes as she held his arm. “Vinson, you didn't do anything wrong, so there's no need to feel guilty. Even if you didn't call the police, he would still have been

arrested.” While speaking, Arielle showed him the warrant. “Look, | found this after hacking into the police station's systems. There's no way he was going to escape.”

It turned out that the police were already tracking Gaspar's movements and had planned to move in to arrest him. Vinson’s report simply hastened the inevitable.

The truth naturally eased the guilt he fel.

“Sannie, let's buy over his shares and donate the money to charity in his name.”

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