Chapter 220

"You return first." Beckett said while holding his forehead. Seeing him in pain, the lawyer wanted to say something but stopped. After a long silence, he decided to speak. "Mr. Beach, you've been enduring for more than a decade, a few more days won't make a difference." Beckett didn't respond. It had been over a decade. From his childhood, some seeds had already quietly taken root and sprouted. "Beckett, remember, your mother would never commit suicide, she never will." "Beckett... Your mother has you, she would never harm her life. Remember that if something happens to her someday, it certainly wasn't suicide…" Beckett could never forget. He was only eight years old when Stanton, under the influence of alcohol, committed domestic violence, leaving their home in utter chaos. On that stormy night, Beckett stood behind the door, watching as Stanton struck his mother repeatedly with a golf club. His door was locked from the outside, and no matter how he cried and shouted, he couldn't open