"Because you used your wealth to harm others! Yet, an ordinary person like me is left to bear the consequences of your actions! I wouldn't have hated you if I was the one getting kidnapped—but they took my son! He's still a boy and has just learned to speak! I don't understand what my boy did to deserve this. Is it merely because I know you—no, you and I are merely strangers whose lives don't intersect. Yet, it's because of you that my son has to suffer!" the security guard cried with all his might, trying to vent his sorrows.

Darius pursed his lips at that truth. He couldn't deny that the security guard's life had gotten negatively impacted because of him. Thus, he stood again and bowed deeply under the security guard's nervous stares. "I'm not the kidnapper of your son, but you're right; my presence has caused him harm."

While saying that, he heaved a heavy sigh and took out a card from his wallet, extending it toward the security guard. He maintained a neutral tone while explaining