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Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Chapter 466
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Chapter: 466

When the verdict of the administrative review upheld the initial sentence, Julius reached

out to Harrell’s secretary, hoping for a private resolution.

At the time of the accident, Harrell had proposed the same, to avoid undue attention.

But Julius had declined, choosing instead to amplify the issue through media outlets.

Now, with all that had transpired, Blakely Group would certainly not settle privately.

Instead, they would compensate for the deceased and injured according to legal

provisions.

Based on the existing evidence, it was highly unlikely that the fatality would be classified

as a work-related death. The deceased worker would bear the primary responsibility for

his negligence, reducing the compensation significantly from Harrell’s initial offer.

This left Julius incensed.

Julia phoned Julius and analyzed the situation. “Validating responsibilities will likely take at

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least a month, and negotiating compensation will also be time-consuming. Given the

trouble you’ve caused Tyrone Blakely, he’ll probably try to prolong the negotiations and

reduce the compensation amount. He might even push you to resort to a lawsuit, which

could take several more months. The lawyers at Blakely Group are top-notch. They might

be able to delay the process even further. It’s possible that you won’t receive the

compensation until one or two years from now. Furthermore, if your father is deemed

primarily responsible for his death, Tyrone might sue you, and you could end up having to

compensate him for his loss. He’s a capitalist. You can’t fathom how despicable those

capitalists can be.”

The more Julius dwelled on it, the angrier he grew. He loathed Tyrone and desired

vengeance against him.

As a result of these events, Blakely Group’s stock price plummeted, inciting some

shareholders to protest outside the group’s headquarters.

One of them, Alick, spurred by his financial loss and personal issues, along with Julia’s

manipulation and incentives, decided to retaliate against Tyrone.

“Galilea, Mr. Blakely will ship you off overseas, and you won’t be able to return. But my

parents are here. I can’t leave. From now on, you’re on your own.” In the hospital room,

Julia bade her farewell to Galilea.

Having once aspired to make Galilea Mrs. Blakely and use his influence to elevate her own

status, Julia now realized that her fate rested in Tyrone’s hands.

If Tyrone despised her, Julia would be unable to use his influence.

She had seen with the replacement of the Cloudwater Town’s leading actress and the MQ

Clothing’s spokesperson. All of Galilea’s work engagements were abruptly canceled,

despite her attempts to negotiate.

Galilea was taken aback by Julia’s words. “Julia, are you abandoning me too? Please, don’t

leave me. I won’t give up!” she implored, struggling to sit up despite the searing pain from

her wounds.

“Tyrone’s affection for you has faded. No matter what you do, it’s futile. Perhaps going

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abroad isn’t such a bad idea. It might present an opportunity for a fresh start. But I can’t

join you. You’re on your own now,” Julia replied, before walking out of the ward.

To avoid ending up in jail, she decided to keep a low profile from now on.

“Julia! Julia…” The desperation in Galilea’s voice was unmistakable as she called out for

Julia.

As Julia departed, Galilea’s eyes widened, and they turned red with emotion.

Even Julia wouldn’t stand in her corner.

It seemed she had to be sent abroad.

In the ward, Galilea’s mother, Evie, set the soup on the table, filled a bowl, and murmured,

“Look at the state you’re in. Tyrone couldn’t even be bothered to show his face after you

were injured.”

Leaning against the headboard, Galilea remained silent, her irritation palpable.

Oblivious to Galilea’s mood, Evie, perched at the edge of the bed, continued her litany of

complaints. “You’ve known Tyrone for years, yet Sabrina managed to outdo you. It’s

beyond me why you were so adamant about leaving the country. If not for that, you’d be

Mrs. Blakely now. You must swallow your pride, give him what he…”