Mr. Conrad Proposes to His Ex-wife Again Chapter 907: That's the Retribution

The basement was very quiet. Although Nathan's voice was not loud, there was a faint echo back.

Stella turned around, and looked at Clarence.

He should have heard it.

But Clarence's expression did not change. After putting all the things in, he closed the trunk, took the
mobile phone from Stella, and said lightly, "Got it."

After that, he hung up the call.

Clarence said to Stella, "Get in the car, let's go back."

After leaving the basement, a strong chill came in.

Clarence raised the temperature of the air conditioner in the car and asked her, "Cold?"

Stella sat in the passenger seat, holding the seat belt with both hands, and shook her head gently. "No,
I'm fine."

There was a traffic jam on their way back. The light from the traffic lights was particularly lively in the
quiet night.

The passing streets were filled with hurried footsteps.

Everyone was rushing to their home.

Only the car was very quiet.

After a while, Stella said, "Don't you want to visit him?"

Clarence looked out of the window and said lightly, "No, I won't."



Stella was silent for a moment before saying, "Because of me?"

"No, dear." Clarence explained, "I rescued him from Conrad's Mansion was because that I want to deal
with Justin. And that's all."

Stella pursed her lips and smiled. She said slowly, "In fact, I quite understand this feeling. At first, I
thought that when Jeffrey died in prison, although I hated him to the core, I still took his ashes. I saw
him for the last time and watched his unbearable life end with my own eyes."

At that time, she did not know that Jeffrey Radomil was not her biological father.

That feeling was hard to describe.

She didn't know whether Clarence should go or not, but she could feel that if he didn't go tonight, that
would be something that he would never be able to calm down, with his whole life.

Though he hated Dempsey Conrad so much.

Clarence held the steering wheel, pursed his lips, and said nothing.

After a while, Stella said with ease, "Take me there. I want to bid farewell to him ."

The corner of Clarence's mouth twitched, as he looked at her.

Stella said, "Well, go ahead. If you don't go, we will think about it all night. We won't be able to sleep,
and we will feel more relieved about what happened in the past."

After a long while, Clarence said in a low voice, "Okay..."

Dempsey was arranged in a private villa by Clarence, and there were many people guarding inside and
outside.



When Stella and Clarence went in, Archer had taken off the needle on the back of Dempsey's hand.
The whole room was extremely quiet.

Dempsey was lying on the bed, with half of her turbid eyes open. His eyes were sunken and the face
was pale. He was no longer in high spirits and looked dignified without anger.

His mouth kept moving as if was saying something, but his voice was too low and chaotic to be heard
clearly.

Stella was stunned to view him like this.

Although she knew that Dempsey was dying, she did not expect to watch this...

Clarence pulled her behind him to block her sight.

Archer wiped his hands while looking at them, "I thought you wouldn't come."

Clarence looked at the infusion bottle he took off, "How long will it take?"

Archer glanced at the person on the bed and said, "It's almost near the time. He's holding on for the
last breath. I guess he's waiting for you."

At this time, Dempsey seemed to have sensed Clarence's presence. He looked over with difficulty and
stretched out his skinny hand with difficulty. His mouth moved even more violently, and he seemed to
be a little excited.

Archer said, "He seems to want to tell you something."

Clarence pursed his lips. After exchanging glances with Stella, he walked over, bent one knee, and
squatted in front of him.



Dempsey grabbed his arm and kept making some sounds. He wanted to say something, but he
couldn't.

Clarence looked at him calmly with a pair of black eyes, "The reason why I came to see you for the last
time is not to see you off, but to see how you end up suffering."

Dempsey held his arm tighter, but his arm was still light and powerless.

At this moment, his turbid eyes were filled with tears.

Clarence continued saying to him indifferently, "You have done too many bad things in your life. Some
people died because of you and their families were separated. You have come to this day, that's your
retribution.

"Since you're waiting for me, you should be mentally prepared. I will not put in any good words, and
you can't find a way out. After death without regret, you should leave with the guilt and regret for
everyone, and pray for it and atone for your sins."

The sound in Dempsey's throat was stopped, his hand on Clarence was also pulled down, and he
looked up without focus.

His whole life's experience was like a flash in front of him, fleeting.

A few seconds later, like what said by Clarence, he slowly closed his eyes with regret.

Archer looked at the right time and wrote it down on the record book next to him.

While writing, he asked Clarence, "Do you want to tell Aunt James?"

Clarence slowly got up from the bedside, "Whatever."



He walked up to Stella and took her hand, "Let's go home."

Stella nodded and followed him to go out.

It was unknown when the snow began to fall. It was flying all over the sky, dotted with countless light
spots for the dark night.

After leaving the courtyard, Clarence suddenly stopped.

Not far away, Justin sat in a wheelchair, putting his hands on his knees, and looked at them with a
smile.

He said slowly, "Clare, Stella."

Stella looked at him, and said nothing.

Justin sighed. "It's not easy to find this place. But I didn't expect it to be the last time to send him off."

Clarence's face did not change. "Then you can stay here and slowly recall the past."

Then, he left with Stella.

After a while, Archer also came out. He glanced at Justin, who was sitting in a wheelchair, he secretly
clicked his tongue.

Soon, Clarence's staffs withdrew.

The large courtyard suddenly became quiet and empty.

Justin raised his hand, and his men behind him understood and pushed him in.

In the room, Dempsey was lying on the hospital bed, without breathing.



Justin clasped his hands and stared at him quietly.

After a long time, the subordinate behind him asked, "Young Master Justin?"

Justin said, "Clare was too kind to him. He died so gracefully."

"Dempsey is stubborn all his life. Before he died, he couldn't even take care of himself. So, this result
was..."

Hearing this, Justin sneered and said, "This is not enough."

His men kept quiet, and didn't say anything.

Justin turned around in the wheelchair and ordered, "Take his corpse away and go to my mother's
grave."


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