Darkstone Code
Chapter 256 - 0254 Apology, attitude, omniscient and omnipotent

Chapter 256: 0254 Apology, attitude, omniscient and omnipotent

"I’ll help you smooth out some of the connections. During this time, don’t do anything, just stay at home..." Lynch sat on the edge of the sofa, instructing some things, "I’ve already talked to the community service company. They’ll arrange two maids to stay with you around the clock, and there’s no need to worry about the police and the investigation bureau; I’ve communicated with them."

"As for the lawsuit issue, I’ll resolve it!"

The next day, Lynch came over again, this time to calm Vera’s emotions and to keep her from making a fuss.

Sometimes women are very clever. They can sniff out the whiff of a floozy from dozens of different scents clinging to their husband’s clothes, and find traces of some little secrets from various life trivialities. But sometimes they are also very foolish. The more you don’t want them to do something, the more they want to do it to show you.

So Lynch needed to tell her not to try to save herself and end up blocking all the retreat paths.

After a night of calm, Vera’s condition was very stable. Her expression was somewhat complicated, "I don’t know how to thank you; none of this is something you should do."

Lynch kept up his same old smile, patting Vera’s hand, "Then work well for me. Before everything is over, you still have to work. Don’t forget, many people call me a capitalist. How can a capitalist pay you a salary for nothing without letting you work?"

Seeing Vera’s somewhat surprised expression, Lynch announced a "cruel" fact, "I’ll have people send over the documents you need to deal with here. Don’t think that having some trouble at home lets you escape from work, that’s too naïve."

This is actually a way to comfort, describing his evilness with a smile and a light tone. Such a contrast may not be so funny, but at least it can make people feel relaxed.

She also had a bit more of a smile on her face, holding Lynch’s hand, "Thank you for doing so much for me..."

Just as Lynch was about to get up and bid farewell, someone knocked on the door. Under Lynch’s signal, the maid went to greet the guest. Only this time the visiting guest caused Vera’s calm emotions to become intense again.

It was that female police officer, the one who had humiliated her. But this time, the female officer was not in her uniform. She wasn’t wearing that wide black belt with a gun holster, handcuffs, and a baton at her waist, and she didn’t have a badge hanging from her chest. She was simply dressed in an ordinary outfit.

Perhaps it was this ordinary clothing that made Vera’s reaction only slightly intense. She seemed agitated, wanting to say something, but Lynch stopped her, "Listen to what she has to say first."

The female officer was very restrained and rather awkward. Yesterday, in this room, she let her displeasure with some things get the better of her, leading her to use her position and power to humiliate the hostess of this household.

This is quite normal for police officers, a profession that doesn’t require a high educational level, especially for those who are easily impulsive.

They like to use this layer of identity to find trouble with people who are wealthy but lack influence, or rich people caught in a whirlpool. Bullying these people can give them some kind of satisfaction, to the point that it makes them believe that having money is really nothing special.

But now, she needed to pay a price for her impulsiveness yesterday, and this price was not easy to bear.

The female officer stood at the door, looking at the man and woman on the sofa, not knowing where to start. At this moment, Lynch, and even Vera, truly "paid attention" to this woman.

There was something wrong with her right eye, making her eyes look uneven, perhaps also affecting her vision. Her right shoulder was slightly lower than her left, or she had some peculiar habit of use.

Her fat body made her look like a moving ball, the brown, unkempt hair on her head like a horse’s mane that hadn’t been taken care of for a long time, with slight tangles and clumps.

Her eyes, lacking luster, gave a somewhat frightening look.

Silence persisted for less than twenty seconds when her lips moved, uttering a "sorry."

The voice wasn’t loud; although it could be heard, it didn’t convey her sincerity.

Lynch repeated it, his voice a bit louder, "Sorry!"

The female officer seemed at a loss, looking at him, bewildered, as if asking Lynch what this meant.

Lynch maintained his calm smile, "This isn’t hard to say, nor is it special. If that’s all, you can leave."

The female officer’s lips moved again. She wanted to turn and leave, but there were things she couldn’t change.

She gathered some information from other colleagues and friends, starting with her son.

In her son’s class, a little girl reported to the teacher that her wallet was missing. The teacher requested honesty from the students, but no one stepped up. Then the teacher asked everyone to prove that they didn’t take the wallet.

This was the teacher’s method. The teacher didn’t interfere with the students’ privacy, nor did she even prompt them on how to prove it; the rest were decisions they made themselves.

Very quickly, the first student emptied his pockets and opened his bag to let the teacher and students see, until her son opened his bag and silence fell over the whole class.

Now, it’s actually more than just a suspension; even if her son can return to class, he could very likely become a target of bullying at school. The only solution is to transfer schools, which means they’d need additional expenses.

And of course, she knew that on the day of the incident, the school received a donation of ten thousand dollars for student aid.

A similar event happened at her husband’s workplace. The honest man’s factory received a large order yesterday. Normally, they’d worry about not having enough workers or not being diligent. They wouldn’t consider firing a skilled worker.

Skilled workers are hard to come by. A skilled worker can lead several or more novices to complete a unit’s work.

Yet, they defied logic and fired this worker. Privately, someone told the female officer that the condition for the factory receiving this order was to fire her husband, and the factory’s owner readily agreed.

No one would pay such a price just to make things difficult for a regular family, at least the female officer thought no one would spend tens of thousands just to trouble someone or vent.

But the facts had happened. She roughly figured out the reasons, and after pondering it through the night, she decided to correct her mistake, come to apologize and seek forgiveness from this lady and Lynch.

But often, intentions are good—I’ll work hard, I’ll study seriously, starting today I won’t stay up late... Recognizing one’s mistake and apologizing sincerely is a good intention too. Yet, taking that step is really challenging.

Before coming, she had thought out her words, but at the moment of speaking, all those apologies she thought suited evaporated, leaving just a "sorry."

When Lynch reiterated her apology, she realized that this apology was definitely not going to be as simple as she imagined.

"Attitude, ma’am. What you need first when apologizing is for us to feel your sincerity," Lynch’s words were unremarkable yet seemed to carry a terrifying kind of power, "Don’t be aggrieved or see yourself as a victim."

"The day before yesterday, the lady beside me was publicly humiliated by you without any power to resist. And now, here, apart from us, there’s no one else. This environment is far better than the one she suffered.""

"So, let us see your sincerity, after all, you’re here to solve these problems, right?"

No flawless words, no superfluous wording, yet both parties involved knew what these words represented.

The female officer lowered her head, her fists clenched tightly, her teeth gritting hard, feeling the pangs in her gums from the pressure.

She wanted to refuse, then turn and leave, but all that vanished when she thought of her and her family’s plight.

"I’m very, very sorry, Miss Vera. I admit that I due to ..."

She said it, learning to bow down is one of the greatest lessons for humans. All those things she planned to say came out smoothly without feeling awkward because there were far more embarrassing things waiting for her, making this not so hard to do.

She said a lot, eventually ending with "sorry," but evidently, it was much more sincere than the one-word apology earlier.

Lynch didn’t make the decision himself but looked at Vera, "Are you willing to forgive her?"

Vera’s expression was complicated, but ultimately she nodded. This is the most notable trait of good-hearted middle-class women; sometimes, they’re easily forgiving of others but not as magnanimous with their own.

Of course, that’s beside the point.

"For the sake of Miss Vera, let’s end it here. Do you understand what I mean?" Lynch turned to look at the female officer. He was warning her not to make trouble again.

The female officer felt a slight chill in her heart, understanding Lynch’s words, immediately nodding, "Yes, Mr. Lynch, I understand. I regret and apologize for all the stupid things I did yesterday..."

She wanted to say more, but Lynch didn’t give her the opportunity, simply asking her to leave.

After the female officer left, Vera looked at Lynch full of curiosity, "How did you do it?"

Lynch smiled, "I just made three phone calls, signed two checks, and helped some people, that’s all!"

Everything that happened to the female officer was merely the reciprocation some people provided for Lynch’s contribution.

This is the power of money. In Bail Federal, no one can resist its direct or indirect impact; it is invincible!