After Rejection, she crawled to my feet for forgiveness

Exposing Lucas and Henry

The estate had several houses in it. So Lucas and Henry, led them to one of the houses. Lucas rang the doorbell.

This had already sparked interest in the viewers, wight thousands of viewers and comments.

Seeing that they were taking too long to respond, Henry rang the bell again and shouted. “Open up. We're government officials, we came for an investigation!”

At this moment the tension was high, everyone curious to see the so called ‘mistress’ of Norman. Bethany bit her lips, hoping for a negative result.

Meanwhile Henry kept on ranting. “Just you wait, you'll see what I'm talking about. Norman is a criminal, and today his little lies will be exposed.”

Lucas also brimmed with excitement.

People watching the broadcast were flooding in with comments, everyone was curious to know the truth.

“What's she gonna look like?”

“She's the mistress of the acting Mayor, I'm sure she's going to be stunning!”

“LMFAO, can't believe Mr. Norman is a criminal.”

Meanwhile Bethany and Harris stared at each other, sharing an uneasy glance. Bethany was truly bothered about the outcome of this. She had asked Norman and he agreed to the accusations, could Lucas be telling the truth?

Suddenly they all heard a clicking sound from the door, everyone widened their eyes, as if they wanted to peek through the little hole from the door, as it slowly opened. To everyone's surprise, a middle aged woman stood at the door, her face not very welcoming. “How may I help you gentlemen?” she looked as someone in her late fifties.

“What the f***” Henry was taken aback.

Everyone glared in confusion. They were all expecting a young woman, Norman was a handsome man and descent rich, his mistress should be a model at least. So why would he choose a grandma?

“I expected Norman to be filthy. But I didn't imagined he'll date someone older than my grandma!” Henry ridiculed.

Seeing Henry not concentrating on the main reason they were here, Bethany approached the old man. “Hello Miss, please we're sorry for bothering you, but we came to ask about someone. Norman. Norman Sage, did you know anybody by that name?”

Hearing that name, the old woman nodded positively, “Yes. Yes I do.”

The old woman could never forget who Norman was. A year ago, her husband had died in battle, Norman had supported her in everything. Providing her with shelter and constantly visiting her, to make sure she's okay with her children, he even sent food supplies occasionally. He was a man with the heart of an angel.

Hearing the woman admitted that she knew Norman, Henry exclaimed. “Ah ah!, You see? She just admitted it!” He then turned to the woman. “I know there are more of you, can you call them all out?”

The old woman nodded reluctantly, and walked towards the other houses.

Everyone waited eagerly, meanwhile Henry and Lucas continued ranting.

After some minutes, more than hundreds of women came out, all elderly women, ranging from their late forties to their early sixties.

“There is everyone living in this estate.” The old woman said.

Everyone's jaws dropped! The comments were also in a puzzled state.

“These are all grannies, what would Mr. Norman be doing with them?” One of the officials asked.

“That's exactly my point, Norman is pathetic, he's a liar and a thief, sleeping with hundred of old women, is this the kind of leader you all need? He's going to turn Valkoria to his little harem.” Henry said loudly.

The older woman’s face darkened at his accusation. “Harem? What are you talking about?” she demanded.

Another woman stepped forward, her voice icy. “Are you implying something indecent about us?”

Henry, unfazed, spoke boldly. “Don’t you dare deny it. Your precious harem king has been arrested. And if you all don't comply, you're going to join him there and continue your relationship.”

A murmur of indignation rippled through the crowd. One woman, her voice trembling with anger, shot back, “How dare you accuse us of such filth? Mr. Norman isn’t our lover. He’s our savior.”

Henry’s smirk faded slightly. “Savior? Oh, so he just bought you all these houses out of the goodness of his heart? Do I look like an idiot to you?”

The original woman stepped forward again, her expression unreadable. Without a word, she disappeared into her house, returning moments later with a large photo album. She handed it to Bethany.

“These,” she said, her voice steady, “are pictures of my late husband. He was a soldier, like all of the women here. They gave their lives defending Valkoria. When the government abandoned us, Mr. Norman didn’t. He bought these homes for us and made sure we were taken care of. Out of respect for their sacrifice, not out of selfish gain.”

Bethany flipped through the album, seeing pictures of uniformed men with their families. Her jaw tightened as understanding dawned.

The crowd of women nodded, murmuring their agreement. “We owe him everything,” one said.

“You have no right to slander a man who’s twice the leader your precious Mayor could ever be,” another added sharply.

Henry and Lucas stood speechless, their confidence shattered. They exchanged uneasy glances, but neither found the courage to speak.

Bethany, meanwhile, felt a surge of pride for Norman. The truth was clear now, and the respect in her eyes was unmistakable.

The officials murmured among themselves, clearly embarrassed for ever doubting Norman in the first place.

As the truth unraveled, Bethany and Harris turned their attention to Henry with piercing glares. Bethany’s voice dripped with disdain as she asked, "Is this what you called a harem?"