"Corbett! Corbett..."
Anyone who passed by the trestle would remember that day, when a man in a wheelchair had kept yelling out another man's name at the seaside. Feeling exhausted, Frank finally burst into tears.
'There won't be anyone to disturb you anymore, Frank, so why are you unhappy?' he asked himself with a bitter smile.
Then, he looked at the Buddha beads in his hand and sighed. While he was being refused by one man, he had been ruthlessly refusing another.
He finally understood what William must have felt when looking for Mary after leaving the airport four years ago. Fortunately for William, Mary returned after four years. But for him...he wouldn't be able to find Corbett in any corner of this earth.
Two months later, Frank heard that William had woken up from a long coma. By then, he could stand on his feet again.
In the two months that had passed, he had already realized that he had gotten over William and fallen in love with Corbett a long time ago, but he just hadn't known it.
After leaving a short letter, he went to Japan alone.
Maple Mountain, Tokyo, Japan.
The Maple Mountain was the base of the Shadow Organization. All the corridors were covered in electric net and patrolled by men in black. No outsiders were allowed to go up the mountain.
Solemnly standing at the gate of the manor, Frank was lost in thought. Finally, a man arrived and told him that he could go up the mountain. The man said that Corbett's death had been a huge shock to his father, the head of the Shadow Organization. He was still recuperating in bed and could not meet any guests for the time being. However, Frank was allowed to go up the mountain by himself.
It was early winter now, and the cold had faded the s
or pounded his fist on William's belly. "How dare you come to see me?" he roared, burning with anger.
Instead of stopping him, William just closed his eyes. It was obvious from his reaction that he felt that he deserved to be on the receiving end of Victor's rage. Blood seeped from the corner of his mouth. "I'm sorry..."
When Victor heard this, his fist stopped in midair.
With a humorless laugh, he suddenly turned around and said, "Leave, now!"
William wasn't ready to give up so soon. Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, he said, "Come with me to see Ena. I've asked someone to deal with the news for now. Tomorrow, I'm holding a press conference to clarify things for you."
Victor was stunned and didn't say anything.
Seeing that he stayed silent, William continued, "Escaping won't resolve the problem, Victor. Hadn't you already decided to tell Ena?"
"Yes, but not like this! I didn't want her to find out like this. And now, my scar has been exposed to everyone! How can I face Ena now? Tell me, William, who the hell sent the video to the newspaper? Was it Frank Liang? It was him, wasn't it? Don't cover for him this time!" Victor roared. Every time he thought of Ena, he couldn't bear the pain he felt.
"It's not him. I already asked him," William said quietly. After a while, he asked, "Do you remember who else was with you in that room? Was Karson Xie there?"
Victor's body froze. At first, he nodded slightly. Then, remembering something, he nodded more firmly. "Karson Xie! Yes, he was there. It must be him!"
William's eyes narrowed. "Yes, it must. I should have suspected him from the beginning. Frank's sudden return misled me, but now I'm sure. Karson Xie is the one who released the video."