But at the end of his life, Jason discovered the greatest villain of all—was his own father.
When I reached the lodge, I saw crowds gathered at the entrance, arms full of flower baskets and banners supporting Chloe Miller.
It was almost festive.
The largest, most eye-catching banner had a bold signature: Daniel Brooks.
“Owner Chloe stands tall against online abuse—evil people will get what they deserve!”
The sight stabbed at my heart.
Daniel, as you wished—your son has been taken by heaven.
Inside, I heard sobbing. Chloe’s delicate voice drifted out:
“Daniel, it’s so kind of you to come all the way here. I can’t even bear to look at my phone anymore—the app keeps showing me Emma’s post…”
“I know I didn’t do anything wrong, but I’m so scared people will still curse me…”
Daniel, who should have been working at the company, replied with a voice as cold as frost:
“Don’t be afraid. I already told her to delete it. If she refuses, I’ll see how long she can keep up her little act in the hospital.”
His words froze my heart over with ice.
“Daniel, hearing you say that makes me feel so much better,” Chloe whispered.
Daniel’s eyes softened, his hands tenderly covering her belly.