Reggie barely hesitated before saying, "I can get a helicopter here and ensure your safe escape, but only you can leave. Phenix must stay."
Kearney retreated toward the balcony, insisting, "No way, Phenix is coming with me. She's my girl now. I won't leave her behind."
"You think you haven't done enough vile things already?"
Reggie, uncharacteristically emotional, retorted, "If I had known you were taking advantage of her vulnerability, hurting Phenix like this, I should've dealt with you long ago."
Kearney laughed defiantly, "Reggie, stop pretending. Didn't you kill Phenix's father? If she were awake and knew the truth, she'd choose to leave with me. Stop pretending to be the caring father; you're far from it."
Reggie replied, "Kearney, at this point, I have no reason to lie to you. If I'm lying about what happened back then, may lightning strike me down."
"I don't believe a word you say. You're nothing but a hypocrite through and through!"
Kearney seemed transformed, his usual calm demeanor replaced by something wild and terrifying. The mere mention of the past seemed to push him past the point of control.
Everyone felt the tension, except Agnes. Despite a knife slightly cutting into her neck, drawing a trickle of blood, Agnes seemed to have had a revelation. She had been clutching a letter, puzzled by a sequence of numbers on the back of the envelope.
At first glance, they appeared to be nothing more than a random set of digits. However, having once covered a case involving a numerical code during her time as a journalist abroad, something clicked for Agnes. These ordinary-looking numbers held a hidden secret.
In a moment of insight, Agnes disregarded the danger and declared, "Your godfather was framed. Your mother told you herself. This letter isn't what it seems. She left you the real message, Kearney. You've been hating the wrong person."
The already eerie silence deepened with Agnes's revelation. Kearney, impatient, assumed Agnes was merely trying to defend Reggie.
Agnes responded defiantly, "Shut up, or my knife won't miss its mark."
Jared and Elton were overwhelmed with worry. The man before them was notorious for his ruthlessness, devoid of any humanity. The sight of blood on Agnes's neck had them in a panic.
Jared stepped forward, pleading, "Just calm down. We can talk about anything you want, just don't hurt her, please."
Desperation was evident in Jared's voice. For Jared, Agnes's situation was like a terrifying abyss, threatening to swallow everything.
But Agnes ignored the peril. She boldly presented the envelope, pointing to the sequence of numbers in the corner, and said, "Kearney, see these numbers? This is the message your mother was trying to send you."
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