Blackstone Code-Chapter 243:

"I'll help smooth things over for you. During this time, don't do anything—just stay home and take care of yourself," Lynch said as he sat on the edge of the sofa, giving Vera some instructions. "I've already spoken to the residential compound's service company. They'll arrange for two maids to be with you around the clock. You don't need to worry about the police or the investigation bureau either; I've communicated with them. As for the lawsuit, I'll handle it."

The next day, Lynch visited again. This time, he was there to calm Vera's emotions and make sure she didn't do anything reckless.

Women can be very clever at times, able to detect the scent of another woman on their husband's clothes or piece together clues from the smallest of details to uncover secrets. But sometimes, they can also be quite foolish—especially when they are told not to do something, which only makes them more determined to do it.

So Lynch needed to warn her, making sure she didn't try to save herself in a way that would block all her escape routes.

After a night to cool off, Vera was much more composed. She looked at Lynch with a complicated expression. "I don't know how to thank you. None of this is your responsibility."

Lynch maintained his usual warm smile and patted Vera's hand. "Then work hard for me. Until this is all over, you still need to work. Don't forget, a lot of people call me a capitalist. So how could a capitalist pay you for nothing, without making you work?"

Seeing Vera's surprised expression, Lynch revealed a "cruel" fact. "I'll have someone send the files you need to deal with over here. Don't think you can use some trouble at home to escape work—that's too naive."

This was actually Lynch's way of comforting her. His smile and lighthearted tone as he described his "evil" actions created a contrast that, while not exactly humorous, at least helped to ease the tension.

Vera's face softened into a smile, and she gripped Lynch's hand. "Thank you for doing so much for me…"

Just as Lynch was about to stand up and say goodbye, there was a knock at the door. Following Lynch's nod, one of the maids went to greet the guest. But when Vera saw who had come, the calm she had regained was suddenly shattered.

It was the policewoman who had humiliated her. But this time, the officer wasn't in uniform. She wasn't wearing the gun holster, handcuffs, or the wide black leather belt with the baton, and there was no badge pinned to her chest. She was dressed in simple, everyday clothes.

Maybe it was the casual outfit that kept Vera's reaction from being too intense; though she was clearly agitated and wanted to say something, Lynch stopped her. "Let's hear what she wants to say first."

The policewoman seemed tense and embarrassed. Yesterday, she had let her personal disdain get the better of her in this very room, using her position to humiliate the woman of the house. This kind of behavior wasn't uncommon among police officers, especially given that the profession often didn't require advanced education and some officers were prone to impulsive actions.

They enjoyed using their authority to make life difficult for people—especially the wealthy without much influence or those caught in the middle of a scandal. It gave them a certain satisfaction, convincing them that money wasn't everything.

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But now, the officer had to pay the price for her impulsive behavior, and it wasn't going to be easy.

Standing at the door, the policewoman looked at the man and woman on the sofa, unsure of how to begin. Meanwhile, Lynch and Vera also paid their full attention to her for the first time.

There was something wrong with her right eye, making one eye look bigger than the other. This might have affected her vision since her right shoulder was lower than her left, or maybe she had a habit of using one side more than the other. Her overweight body made her look like a moving ball, and her brown, unruly hair resembled the tangled mane of a horse that hadn't been groomed in a long time. Her eyes lacked any shine, making her appear somewhat frightening.

The silence lasted for less than twenty seconds before she moved her lips and quietly said, "I'm sorry."

Her voice was low—audible, but without sincerity.

Lynch repeated her words, this time louder, "I'm sorry!"

The policewoman looked at him, confused and unsure of what he meant by that.

Lynch maintained his calm smile. "It's not a difficult thing to say, and it's nothing special. If that's all you've got, you can leave now."

The policewoman's lips twitched again. She wanted to turn and leave, but some things couldn't be changed.

She had heard some things through colleagues and friends, particularly about her son.

In her son's class, a little girl had reported to the teacher that her wallet was missing. The teacher asked everyone to be honest, but no one came forward. Then, the teacher asked everyone to prove they hadn't taken the wallet.

That's how the teacher handled it. The teacher didn't invade the students' privacy, nor did she instruct them on how to prove their innocence. The rest was up to the students.

Soon, one student emptied his pockets and opened his backpack for the teacher and classmates to see. When the policewoman's son did the same, the class erupted in shock.

Now, it wasn't just a matter of suspension. Even if her son could return to school, he would likely become a target for bullying. The only option was to transfer schools, which meant more expenses.

And she had also learned that the school had received a 10,000 bucks donation on the day the incident happened.

A similar situation occurred at her husband's workplace. The factory where her honest husband worked received a large order yesterday. Normally, the factory would be worried about not having enough workers or the workers not being diligent enough. Firing a skilled worker would be out of the question.

Skilled workers were hard to come by; one skilled worker could help several novices complete the work of an entire unit.

Yet, contrary to logic, the factory fired her husband. Someone privately informed the policewoman that the factory's condition for getting the order was to fire her husband, and the factory owner agreed without hesitation.

No one would go to such lengths or spend thousands of bucks just to trouble an ordinary family or vent some anger—at least, that's what the policewoman thought. But the facts were already in front of her, and she had a good idea of why all this was happening. After thinking it over during the night, she decided to correct her mistake, apologize, and seek forgiveness from both this woman and Lynch.

But often, good intentions are hard to act on. Everyone tells themselves that they will work harder, study more seriously, stop staying up late starting today…

Realizing mistakes and deciding to sincerely apologize is also a good intention, but actually taking that step is much harder.

She had planned what to say before coming, but when the moment came, all those carefully considered words vanished, leaving only a simple "sorry."

When Lynch repeated her apology, she understood that this wasn't going to be as simple as she had imagined.

"Attitude, ma'am. If you're going to apologize, the first thing is to show that you're sincere," Lynch said calmly, but there was a hidden power in his words. "Don't feel wronged, and don't think of yourself as the victim.

"The lady next to me was humiliated by you in public with no ability to resist. Now, there's no one here but us, which is a much better environment than the one she was in when she was mistreated.

"So, show us your sincerity. After all, that's why you're here, isn't it?"

There was nothing flawed in his words, no unnecessary phrases, but both parties involved understood exactly what he meant.

The policewoman lowered her head, clenching her fists and grinding her teeth. She could even feel the pain in her gums from clenching so hard.

She wanted to refuse and walk away, but when she thought of what her family had gone through, all that resolve disappeared.

"I'm sorry. I'm really, really sorry, Ms. Vera. I admit that because of…"

She finally said it. Learning to bow one's head is actually one of the greatest forms of human growth. The words she had prepared earlier came out smoothly now, and she didn't feel embarrassed at all. When there was something even more humiliating waiting, apologizing became less difficult.

She said a lot, ending once again with "sorry," but this time it was clearly more sincere than her earlier apology.

Lynch didn't make the decision himself but turned to Vera. "Do you want to forgive her?"

Vera's expression was complicated, but she eventually nodded. This was a hallmark of kind-hearted, middle-class women. They were often quick to forgive others but weren't as generous with themselves.

Of course, that was beside the point.

"Out of respect for Ms. Vera, we'll end this here. Do you understand what I mean?" Lynch turned to the policewoman, warning her not to cause any more trouble.

The policewoman felt a chill run down her spine. She understood Lynch's warning and quickly nodded. "Yes, Mr. Lynch, I understand. I regret and apologize for all the foolish things I did yesterday…"

She wanted to say more, but Lynch didn't give her the chance. He simply sent her away.

After she left, Vera looked at Lynch with curiosity. "How did you do that?"

Lynch smiled. "I just made three phone calls, signed two checks, and helped a few people. That's all."Please vote for this novel at /series/blackstone-code/There are advance chapters available nowAccess will be granted 24 hours after the donationTier 1: 7 Advance chapters Link

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