When He Chose Her Over Justice, I Chose Revenge Over Love - Chapter 75: Chapter 75
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While everyone was still stunned by Xavier getting stabbed, I grabbed the host's microphone and smirked:
"Like hell I do."
Instantly, the venue fell silent.
Then, the big screens around us showed the video Xavier had sent me—scenes of Isla being tortured by him—horrifying to watch.
The broadcast played my father's final statement and Isla's threats against him.
The contrast created a massive visual impact.
Suddenly, chaos erupted throughout the venue.
Xavier's father's people tried to shut down this mess.
But those media outlets weren't stupid.
They knew how attention-grabbing this video would be.
In this age where traffic equals money, every media outlet was fighting to get to the front.
I slowly backed toward the stage rear, arms crossed, coldly watching him get "besieged" by the media.
Xavier Hartwell, enjoy the retribution you deserve.
I want you to fall hard into hell just as you're reaching for happiness.
I'll use your power to completely restore my father's reputation.
Three years ago, Dad used his lifelong connections to fight for an opportunity for me.
After arriving in Antarctica, my advisor gave me a recording.
Inside was a father's love for his daughter.
Playing the recording, Dad's guilty, choked voice came through:
"Ivy, it's all Dad's fault for being useless, letting you get bullied."
"Dad saved all his wages for my Ivy over the years."
The account had $200,000 total—money Dad had saved from odd jobs all these years.
A gentle professor reduced to sweeping streets, washing dishes.
Sometimes he'd meet crooked bosses who'd dock half his pay.
He rambled about many little things from the past.
The recording wasn't long, but I watched it for ages.
My heart ached so badly I couldn't breathe, my lips trembled.
I wanted to say something, but when I opened my mouth, no sound came out.
I got seriously ill again after that.
From then on, I studied like crazy—reading literature, doing experiments.
No sleep, no rest.
My advisor thought highly of me too.
I also had talent—always offer fresh insights in certain areas.
People like this were meant for research.
So she gave me many opportunities.
First year, I solved problems left by previous students and conducted deeper research.
Second year, I published in Nature and Science.
Third year, I was invited back to receive awards for discovering and protecting rare species, participated in conferences, becoming the lead researcher for a major project.
After the chaotic proposal ended, many media outlets wanted to interview me.
This was a farmer and the snake story.
Senior year of high school, I was in one of Dad's classes.
Isla was the neighbor's kid whose parents both died in an accident.
Dad felt sorry for the child and took her in.
He'd sponsored so many kids anyway—one more didn't matter.
She never really studied, cheated with her phone to get decent grades.
But the SATs wouldn't play along with her act.
So she screamed "Nobody would joke about their own reputation" and ran to the roof.
Because of her simple statement, Dad got nailed to the wall of shame, his whole life destroyed.
Now Isla was sentenced to three years for assault.
Xavier was lucky—stabbed by me yesterday, stabbed by Isla today—still managed to keep his life.
But he couldn't escape legal consequences now.
The video of him torturing Isla had already exploded on social media.
Death? Too easy for him.
I wanted him despised by society, completely abandoned.
I'd thought about it.
If I'd released that torture video directly, it wouldn't have hurt him much. After all, Xavier's father would've found a hundred ways to save him.
Like using entertainment scandals to bury the video's heat.
Like getting a psychiatric certificate to justify his behavior.
Worst case, he'd be locked in a mental hospital.
Even then, Xavier could still live however he wanted.
But that wasn't what I wanted.
I wanted him dead—worse than dead.
Plus Isla's testimony.
Xavier was finished.
Hartwell stock started plummeting like crazy.
The Hartwells had made plenty of enemies in business over the years—now they all sat back to watch this shitshow unfold.
As the major shareholder, Maxwell Hartwell had enjoyed company profits.
Naturally, he'd bear the losses too.
Xavier's father made his choice—Xavier was abandoned.
As a businessman, he understood clearly.
When a product has problems, the most profitable approach is to manufacture a new one.
Not repair the old one.
The middle-aged man held a press conference, distancing himself from Xavier.
Within two months, I heard Xavier's father's young wife was pregnant.
The events from three years ago resurfaced because of Dad's suicide.
Many of Dad's old friends spoke up this time.
The school also disciplined the investigators from back then.
That school installed surveillance in all faculty offices.
First, to protect students, and second, to prevent this kind of situation from happening again.
They also held a campus-wide assembly to clarify the truth about what happened years ago.
"Like hell I do."
Instantly, the venue fell silent.
Then, the big screens around us showed the video Xavier had sent me—scenes of Isla being tortured by him—horrifying to watch.
The broadcast played my father's final statement and Isla's threats against him.
The contrast created a massive visual impact.
Suddenly, chaos erupted throughout the venue.
Xavier's father's people tried to shut down this mess.
But those media outlets weren't stupid.
They knew how attention-grabbing this video would be.
In this age where traffic equals money, every media outlet was fighting to get to the front.
I slowly backed toward the stage rear, arms crossed, coldly watching him get "besieged" by the media.
Xavier Hartwell, enjoy the retribution you deserve.
I want you to fall hard into hell just as you're reaching for happiness.
I'll use your power to completely restore my father's reputation.
Three years ago, Dad used his lifelong connections to fight for an opportunity for me.
After arriving in Antarctica, my advisor gave me a recording.
Inside was a father's love for his daughter.
Playing the recording, Dad's guilty, choked voice came through:
"Ivy, it's all Dad's fault for being useless, letting you get bullied."
"Dad saved all his wages for my Ivy over the years."
The account had $200,000 total—money Dad had saved from odd jobs all these years.
A gentle professor reduced to sweeping streets, washing dishes.
Sometimes he'd meet crooked bosses who'd dock half his pay.
He rambled about many little things from the past.
The recording wasn't long, but I watched it for ages.
My heart ached so badly I couldn't breathe, my lips trembled.
I wanted to say something, but when I opened my mouth, no sound came out.
I got seriously ill again after that.
From then on, I studied like crazy—reading literature, doing experiments.
No sleep, no rest.
My advisor thought highly of me too.
I also had talent—always offer fresh insights in certain areas.
People like this were meant for research.
So she gave me many opportunities.
First year, I solved problems left by previous students and conducted deeper research.
Second year, I published in Nature and Science.
Third year, I was invited back to receive awards for discovering and protecting rare species, participated in conferences, becoming the lead researcher for a major project.
After the chaotic proposal ended, many media outlets wanted to interview me.
This was a farmer and the snake story.
Senior year of high school, I was in one of Dad's classes.
Isla was the neighbor's kid whose parents both died in an accident.
Dad felt sorry for the child and took her in.
He'd sponsored so many kids anyway—one more didn't matter.
She never really studied, cheated with her phone to get decent grades.
But the SATs wouldn't play along with her act.
So she screamed "Nobody would joke about their own reputation" and ran to the roof.
Because of her simple statement, Dad got nailed to the wall of shame, his whole life destroyed.
Now Isla was sentenced to three years for assault.
Xavier was lucky—stabbed by me yesterday, stabbed by Isla today—still managed to keep his life.
But he couldn't escape legal consequences now.
The video of him torturing Isla had already exploded on social media.
Death? Too easy for him.
I wanted him despised by society, completely abandoned.
I'd thought about it.
If I'd released that torture video directly, it wouldn't have hurt him much. After all, Xavier's father would've found a hundred ways to save him.
Like using entertainment scandals to bury the video's heat.
Like getting a psychiatric certificate to justify his behavior.
Worst case, he'd be locked in a mental hospital.
Even then, Xavier could still live however he wanted.
But that wasn't what I wanted.
I wanted him dead—worse than dead.
Plus Isla's testimony.
Xavier was finished.
Hartwell stock started plummeting like crazy.
The Hartwells had made plenty of enemies in business over the years—now they all sat back to watch this shitshow unfold.
As the major shareholder, Maxwell Hartwell had enjoyed company profits.
Naturally, he'd bear the losses too.
Xavier's father made his choice—Xavier was abandoned.
As a businessman, he understood clearly.
When a product has problems, the most profitable approach is to manufacture a new one.
Not repair the old one.
The middle-aged man held a press conference, distancing himself from Xavier.
Within two months, I heard Xavier's father's young wife was pregnant.
The events from three years ago resurfaced because of Dad's suicide.
Many of Dad's old friends spoke up this time.
The school also disciplined the investigators from back then.
That school installed surveillance in all faculty offices.
First, to protect students, and second, to prevent this kind of situation from happening again.
They also held a campus-wide assembly to clarify the truth about what happened years ago.
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