Farewell To My Endless Love

Caroline's POV:

The police came to the hospital after Charles left.

"Miss Wilson, we need your statement, so please cooperate with us."

"Don't be nervous and just tell them what you saw. I will be right outside the door if you need me," Simon comforted me in a low voice.

A sense of relief came to my heart when I looked into his calm eyes.

With a grateful smile, I nodded at him and turned to the policemen. "I am ready. You can ask."

"Miss Wilson, today was the day of the Wilson Group's east bank project's groundbreaking ceremony, right? Why were you in the abandoned warehouse instead of the party?"

"I got a call from someone and they said that they were holding my kids hostage, so I had to go there," I answered honestly.

"Did you kill Susan Lively?"

My heart was racing when I looked into the policeman's meaningful eyes.

"No!" I said firmly.

"But the bullet that we took from Susan's body matches the one from your pistol. And there was exactly one bullet missing from your gun. Do you have an explanation for that?"

My heart clenched, and I immediately understood Adam's plan.

Perhaps, Susan did not know that she was being used as bait in his plan.

Adam was so keen on framing me that he did not even hesitate to kill Susan to set me up!

Feeling the burning tide of rage in my heart, I couldn't help but sneer.

"I didn't shoot her. Besides, there was a gang of kidnappers there too," I explained in a low voice. "Miss Wilson, do you remember any specific features of the kidnappers you just mentioned?" Frowning, I thought for a while, recalling fragments from my time at the warehouse.

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The policemen exchanged glances and asked in a low voice, "Can you describe the design to us?" "I just looked at it for a second when they grabbed me, so I don't remember the details too clearly." After the policemen left, I was exhausted.

Leaning against the head of the bed, I closed my eyes, but the bloody images kept flashing in my mind.

I was even able to hear the ringing sound from the loud gunshot.

My heart was still trembling with fear, but there was a coldness in my eyes.

The doctor let me go after a check-up since I wasn't really injured anywhere. On my way home, I sent a text to Percy and asked him to meet me at my house.

"I'll go with you," Simon said all of a sudden.

I was hesitant for a moment, but considering my state, I couldn't refuse him.

About an hour later, Percy arrived at my house.

"Percy, I want to get the custody of my kids as soon as possible."

"Well, have you considered what I suggested before?" Percy asked in a low voice.

I thought for a long time before I finally asked in a reluctant voice, "If I was in a stable relationship with a man, then would it increase my chances of winning the case?"

Percy nodded with a smile. "Of course! Since you and Mr. Moore are both financially stable, having a partner will help you increase your chances of winning the case." Hearing that, I heaved a sigh of relief.

I could not let my kids live in the Moore mansion anymore.

Susan tricked me into believing that my kids were kidnapped. If I didn't gain custody of the kids soon enough and take them under my wings, then something worse might happen to them in the future. Fear was still lingering in my heart, and I lowered my head.

After sending my lawyer away, I turned to Simon.

"Simon, I am going to fight for the custody of my children. Do you want to help me?"

"Of course, I want to help you! But I also wish that we can get together because we love each other," Simon said earnestly.

With a bitter smile, I replied, "I really don't know if I can bring myself to love someone again, but I will try to accept you."

"Okay, then I'll wait for you." Simon smiled at me.

I looked down to avoid meeting his gaze.

"Thank you."

"Should I stay with you tonight?" he asked in a concerned voice.

"No," I replied, shaking my head subconsciously.

Simon's smile faded away slowly, and he was looking upset.

My heart twisted into a knot and I immediately explained, "I want you to check the blueprint of the east bank project again. The

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ruined today, and we can't afford to see anything else go wrong again."

I saw Simon's expression soften and he nodded in agreement. "Take care of yourself and call me if you need anything." "Okay."

I fell into deep thought after he left.

Deep down, I wondered if I had made the right decision.

But I also knew that I did not have any other options.

I had to gain custody over my kids.

That night, I tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep.

Whenever I closed my eyes, the image of Susan's bloody corpse would come to my mind.

So I asked Elena to sleep in my room.

"I'm really sorry. I couldn't protect you today," she said in a remorseful tone.

"It's not your fault. I am sure that Susan and Adam were planning this for a long time," I comforted her in a soft voice.

The fear in my heart slowly dissipated after being with her.

However, I still had nightmares that night.

I kept seeing Susan's bloody corpse and hearing the gunshot all night.

Charles' POV:

I left the Moore mansion and arrived at the bar.

I drank a few glasses of wine.

Suddenly, Spencer called me.

"Charles, I heard that something happened to Caroline. What's wrong?"

With a bitter smile, I said, "Spencer, she really doesn't love me anymore. She is with Simon now, and she

of our kids. "How could it be possible?" Spencer exclaimed in shock.

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All of a sudden, I felt a sting in my head.

The next second, everything turned black.

I found myself in a consulting room when I opened my eyes again.

Massaging my aching head, I stood up to leave.

At that moment, a woman walked into the room.

She looked gentle and beautiful. Her long curly hair fell over her shoulders. The simple white coat

barely covered her beautiful curvy

figure.

Withdrawing my gaze, I was about to leave.

However, she stopped me.

"Mr. Moore, you are in a very bad condition now and I think that you need treatment."

"And who are you?" I asked, frowning in confusion.

"My name is Samantha Hoffman and I'm a psychologist. You can call me if you decide to let me help you. Trust me; you'll need it."

Taking out her business card, she handed it to me with a faint smile on her lips.

I casually put the business card into my pocket.