CHAPTER 901: CHAPTER 901: THE FINAL ACT OF MERCY

"I think so too." Justin Kingston said, "The grace period these few days is for the sake of Hailey and Finn Morgan."

"..." Dennis Hale took a sudden sip of tea, unable to even utter a thank you.

He felt bitter inside, with mixed emotions and an unprecedented sense of panic.

Justin gently reminded him, "You can’t escape, so don’t entertain the idea of running. Over the years, your conscience must have been uneasy. If you wish to sleep peacefully for the rest of your life, accept the law’s punishment. Everyone has their own ending."

Lydia Ingram suppressed the emotions bubbling inside her. At her age, she was supposed to quietly retire with her achievements.

Never did she expect... to stumble so greatly at the end.

She once believed her actions were flawless, never expecting to be implicated by Lydia Ingram.

Justin uncrossed his legs, picked up the teacup, and raised it towards him, "Mayor Hale, take care."

"..."

Dennis Hale held the teacup steadily, his gaze scattered for a moment, then he tilted his head back and drank the tea in one gulp.

Only to see Justin stand up, heading out with his hands in his pockets, exuding an aloof elegance.

Dennis Hale could only sigh about the remarkable younger generation, thinking that in Riventhal, only Justin had the courage and ability to investigate him.

However, Dennis Hale also believed that as a businessman, Justin wouldn’t interfere if it didn’t affect his interests.

But unexpectedly, because of Lydia Ingram, everything spiraled out of control.

Dennis Hale poured himself another cup of tea, downed it in one go, feeling the heat rising in his blood, his blood pressure soaring.

At this time, the Hale family mansion was lively and warm.

Paige had just received a call from Hailey, saying she and Finn Morgan would be back for dinner soon, keeping the kitchen helpers busy.

Unaware of her daughter’s injury, and even more unaware of her husband’s impending downfall.

So this woman was still blissfully happy at the moment.

Finn Morgan’s car was heading towards them, with Hailey Hale sitting in the front passenger seat, browsing through retouched photos sent by the studio staff on her tablet.

Although they only took one set of wedding photos, and there weren’t many, each picture was a masterpiece.

"Wow, they’re all actually quite nice!"

Hailey Hale was pleasantly surprised, "Now I have a tough choice, which one should be the main poster?"

Finn Morgan wore an attractive smile, focusing on driving, "This just means you’re beautiful, any picture looks great."

"Haha, that’s true!" Hailey suddenly felt more confident.

Finn Morgan turned to ask, "Are these photos enough? Do we need to take more? I mean for the wedding."

"No need, as long as they’re enough."

"We’ll take more during the honeymoon when we have time," Finn promised, "The wedding photos should be a complete set."

"Alright." Hailey Hale put away the tablet, "Shall we go back to the hospital to see Melissa Merce after dinner?"

"We should go see her."

"Okay, I’ll go with you."

Finn Morgan and Hailey had just arrived home, while Dennis Hale also left the club.

The driver spotted him from afar, opening the car door for him, "Mr. Hale, is something wrong?" noticing his pale face.

"Oh." Dennis Hale snapped out of his thoughts and looked up, "It’s fine."

Once inside, the driver shut the door and quickly drove off.

Dennis Hale sat in the backseat, appearing calm on the surface, but inside, he was a turmoil of emotions.

He had heard and witnessed Justin’s ruthlessness firsthand.

If he tried to escape now, Hailey’s wedding would definitely be ruined, and he wouldn’t succeed in escaping.

Dennis Hale knew clearly that every move he made was under surveillance.