Mrs. Mendes wept bitterly, her cries fueling the growing outrage of the onlookers. Sarah remained calm and asked, “You say you want justice. What do you want me to do?” Mrs. Mendes wiped her tears and turned her back to the cameras, her gaze locking onto Sarah. “Two hundred thousand dollars. My daughter is gone because of you. That’s all I’m asking for—two hundred thousand. That’s not unreasonable, is it?” The moment she faced away from the media, her grief vanished, leaving behind only cold calculation. But as she turned back slightly, she made a show of dabbing at her eyes again, as if wiping away invisible tears. Sarah repeated her words slowly. “Two hundred thousand?” She glanced at the oversized banner stretched across the entrance and the crowd of reporters, their cameras flashing non-stop. So this entire spectacle was for money? She didn’t believe for a second that Tina’s death had anything to do with her. And the suicide note in her hands? It had too many i
Sarah’s mind raced as she recalled every detail.Even when Mrs. Mendes demanded two hundred thousand dollars, she had subtly wiped away her tears, her fingers nervously clutching the fabric of her sleeve.Every little movement felt off. This wasn’t the grief of a mother who had just lost her child—it felt more like she was putting on a performance, as if she had come only for the money.But was it really just about the money?From what Tina had told her, her mother had loved her deeply. And Tina had loved her mother just as much.Sarah looked back at the suicide note, a strange unease creeping over her. The emotions in the first half were completely different from those in the second.It was almost as if… they weren’t written on the same day.Wait.Not written on the same day?A sudden thought struck her.What if the second half wasn’t written by Tina at all?Just as the idea took hold, her phone rang.Professor Wells’ urgent voice came through. “Sarah, come to the dean’s o
"What’s the difference between these two sections?" Professor Wells studied the letter with a puzzled expression. Slowly, his brows furrowed as he noticed something off. "The first part talks about giving up, but there’s still some hesitation, some attachment to life. The second part, though… it feels like a complete farewell." "So?" Dean Larson asked, his frown deepening. Sarah took over. "So, this wasn’t written in one sitting. This suicide note was written in two different stages. The real question is, why would she write it twice?" Her voice grew heavier. "I suspect something happened to her afterward. Something that involved her mother." "Is that just a theory?" "For now, yes. But I intend to find out the truth." Dean Larson nodded. Right now, though, the biggest issue was the situation at the school gates. "Bring Tina’s mother inside," he instructed. Professor Wells nodded in agreement. They couldn’t allow a grieving mother to remain at the gates, ho
"Dean Larson, now that Tina has passed away, how does the university plan to handle Miss Sanders? Please give us a direct answer!" Under the flashing lights, Mrs. Mendes looked even more pale and frail. Her lips were cracked, and when she opened her mouth to speak, they threatened to split further. "Your university’s counselor caused my daughter’s death. What are you going to do about it?" Dean Larson remained calm as he met her gaze. "Mrs. Mendes, the surveillance footage from your daughter’s last session with Miss Sanders is in my office. If you truly believe Miss Sanders did something wrong, you’re welcome to come and watch it with me. I assume you wouldn’t refuse?" Mrs. Mendes hesitated, studying Dean Larson with suspicion before nodding heavily. She followed him toward the office, still clutching Tina’s black-and-white photo tightly. The people holding the protest banner remained outside, ensuring the scene at the gates continued to draw attention. As soon as Mrs
No matter how many people tried to clarify the truth, public opinion remained overwhelmingly against Sarah. The case had caused such a massive stir that the police intervened that very night. After questioning Sarah and reviewing the surveillance footage from the counseling session, they officially announced that there was no direct connection between Sarah and Tina’s suicide. However, instead of calming the public, the police statement had the opposite effect. Zachary entered his office, leaning on a cane. The company was in the middle of a major collaboration with Vista International, and he couldn’t afford to step away for too long. His assistant placed a tablet in front of him. "Mr. Reynolds, there’s been a new development." Zachary took the tablet and glanced at the screen. Under the police statement, the comments were flooded with a storm of accusations. "The cover-up begins. I knew this was going to happen!" "Today, it was Tina. Tomorrow, it could be me…"
Vivian spoke softly. "Do you want to help her?" "Of course!" Mia nodded enthusiastically. No one wanted to help Sarah more than she did. Vivian chuckled lightly. "The reason the clarifications so far haven’t worked is because the people speaking out are either less influential than Sarah or haven’t personally received treatment from her. But if someone credible—someone who has actually been treated by her—were to step forward, it would be much more convincing." Mia’s eyes lit up as she suddenly realized something. "That’s me! I’ve been treated by Sarah! If I come forward, people will believe me!" Vivian nodded. "You can give it a try." Mia didn’t hesitate. She immediately grabbed Vivian’s laptop and started typing a long post on social media. After making sure her words were clear, she hit send. To make her statement even more convincing, she decided to record a video. "Hello, I’m Mia. You might not recognize my name, but I’m Zachary Reynolds’s younger sister. And
The voice on the other end of the phone was unusually calm. "Mia, you didn’t do anything wrong. The problem lies with the way people think." "I know, but I don’t want this to continue gaining attention," Mia said hesitantly. Vivian sighed. "Alright, I’ll pull the post down now." "Thank you, Vivian," Mia said, though her face still showed nothing but worry. She had no idea how to help Sarah turn the situation around. Sitting in Vivian’s office, Mia absentmindedly twirled a pen between her fingers. More than anything, she wanted to see Sarah. "Vivian, I want to—" Before she could even finish her sentence, Vivian had already nodded. "Go ahead. I’ll handle things here." "Vivian, you’re the best." Mia immediately left and headed straight for Adams University. When she arrived at the entrance, she saw that Mrs. Mendes was still kneeling outside, her face full of despair as she clung to her daughter’s black-and-white photograph. The media were still there, wai
Mia nodded obediently. "Okay, but Sarah, how are you going to get to and from work?" Sarah shook her head. "I’ve been suspended." Mia’s eyes widened in shock. "Suspended? Why?" "This case involves me," Sarah said calmly. "Tina did write those things in my office. The media is relentless, and there are eyes everywhere. Even if Dean Larson believes in me, he still has to put on a show." She spoke about it so lightly, as if she were simply discussing what to have for dinner. Mia clenched her fists. "Sarah, I believe in you. If you need anything, please tell me. I’ll help however I can." She wasn’t the only one who felt this way. Zachary wanted to check on Sarah too, but his presence would only make the situation worse. Sarah had already packed up her things to head home. Before she left, she warned Mia, "Don’t leave with me. The moment I step outside, I’m going to be surrounded." Mia hesitated but nodded. "Alright." She knew Sarah was protecting her and didn’t w
"Enough. I've heard too many words like these. It's all for my own good, it's all to protect me—using these noble-sounding excuses to make me believe him, to understand him. Well then, why don't you who want me to believe him try to convince him to believe in me? Are you all underestimating me, or overestimating Vivian? I don't want to hear this kind of talk anymore. Everything he suffered today was his own choice."In this moment, Sarah's coldness fully erupted. She was no longer indifferent or dismissive, because she simply couldn't ignore the pain in her heart.Mia hadn't expected Sarah to say such things today. She held Sarah's hand sympathetically. "Sarah, I'm sorry. It's because I wasn't thinking. I shouldn't have said those things that upset you."When emotions reach their breaking point, they tend to explode, but often calm down shortly after the outburst.Sarah had regained her composure. She shook her head with a bitter smile. "This isn't your fault. Since the doctor is he
They both looked at Zachary. Sarah frowned slightly and asked uncertainly, "Are you sure the two of us can lift him?"Mia paused for a moment, then pressed the drain button. In less than five minutes, all the cold water had drained from the tub.Zachary had a towel wrapped around his lower half, but it could easily fall off. Sarah first found a bathrobe in the closet, and together with Mia, they struggled to put it on him."Zachary, wake up!"Sarah didn't smell any alcohol on Zachary, so she determined he probably hadn't been drinking, but for some reason had passed out.She used all her strength to pull on Zachary's arm, trying to lift him up.Ten minutes later, when Steven arrived, Zachary was still in the bathtub."Miss Sanders, Miss Reynolds, let me handle this." He walked in with a man in a suit and lifted Zachary to the bed without much effort.He said to the suited man, "Doctor, please examine him."Only then did Sarah realize that Steven had brought a doctor. They waite
Sarah couldn't say much, since she hadn't seen either the truth or the evidence herself.But seeing how hurt Mia looked, she placed her hand on the girl's shoulder and said gently, "Though I don't know exactly what happened or what truth and evidence you're talking about, you should trust your brother. When we were in West Ridge, his reaction after learning the truth wasn't much better than yours. His eyes were filled with shock."She paused before continuing, "Now that you know the truth, you both clearly understand what you need to do. Isn't it better to see things clearly rather than remain in the dark?"At least they wouldn't need to keep guessing or lie awake night after night.Mia nodded gravely, then asked with confusion, "Sarah, my brother hasn't told you about it?"Sarah smiled faintly and shook her head. "If he wanted me to know, he would tell me himself.""Sarah, whatever decision my brother makes, I believe he would never hurt you. Just like you told me, we can trust h
When the call connected again, Sarah asked impatiently, "Zachary! What exactly do you want? You seem to have forgotten your position. Do I need to remind you?""Sasa, why do I see you everywhere but can't touch you?" he asked in confusion.Clearly, Sarah had no idea what Zachary was talking about. She thought he was playing games with her. "You're the marvellous Mr. Reynolds,Vivian's fiancé. Have you forgotten your engagement ceremony is just a week away?"Zachary frowned deeply. He knew that, but at this moment, he didn't want to think about any of it.He didn't respond. Sarah felt a moment of frustration. She was tired of being dragged into Vivian's schemes and tired of the things Zachary always refused to say.Beep, beep, beep! Zachary lowered the phone dejectedly. She had hung up again.He called back, but no one answered. Panicking, he dialed several more times. On the third attempt, she finally picked up."Zachary! If you call again, I'm going to block you on my phone." Z
He never imagined Vivian would dare do such a thing. Drugging someone's drink was despicable behavior. He never thought the normally proud Vivian would stoop to this level.He weakly held onto the car door, took a deep breath, and dug his right hand hard into his thigh. The intense pain brought him a moment of clarity.But this brief lucidity only allowed him to make the most rational decision. He could clearly feel the burning heat throughout his body, as if thousands of ants were crawling all over him.When they finally reached Void Bay, the driver looked at Zachary's condition with concern. "Mr. Reynolds, should I take you to the hospital instead?"Zachary refused with a cold stare. "Not necessary."He knew with certainty that if he appeared at a hospital tonight, tomorrow's trending news would definitely be about his hospital visit. At this stage, he couldn't afford to openly start fire with Vivian.He looked weakly at the driver. "Help me inside."If he couldn't stay calm no
She raised her glass. "Grandfather, I toast you."With that, she drank it all in one go.Her drink and Zachary's had been poured together from the same bottle.Zachary's eyes flickered briefly. It would be impolite to refuse any longer.He picked up his glass and poured the cold liquid down his throat.After several glasses, Zachary felt something wasn't right.He shook his dizzy head, feeling like everything around him was spinning.Vivian's concerned voice reached his ears, though it sounded muffled and unclear.She shook his hand and asked softly, "Zachary, are you alright?"Zachary couldn't speak and could only weakly wave his hand.Old Mr. Wilson, figuring the time was about right, yawned sleepily and announced cheerfully, "That's enough drinking for tonight. You two should stay here instead of going back."Vivian's voice emerged again. "Good idea. Zachary is already drunk. It's your fault, making him drink so much. He'll definitely have a headache tomorrow."Their conv
The words sounded critical, but they actually served a dual purpose, covering all bases.On one hand, they expressed how much the Wilson family valued Vivian, while on the other hand, they reminded Zachary of the purpose behind their arranged marriage—the mutual development of both families.Zachary smiled and humbly replied, "You're exaggerating, and besides, Vivian is quite accomplished herself."He had smoothly returned the conversational "ball" that had been tossed to him.Old Mr. Wilson's practiced smile stiffened slightly before quickly returning to normal as he invited Zachary to take a seat.Zachary sat at the first position on the right, with Vivian sitting beside him.With just a clap of his hands, Old Mr. Wilson summoned servants who walked slowly from the kitchen carrying dishes that delighted all the senses.Seeing this, Vivian leaned closer to Zachary and whispered, "Grandfather knew you were coming and specially instructed the chef to prepare your favourite dishes.
Anything that had passed through his hands had virtually no evidence that shouldn't exist.He was convinced that even if Zachary turned the world upside down, he wouldn't find anything significant."Grandfather, what should I do?" Vivian couldn't stand being ignored by Zachary. It was driving her crazy.Old Mr. Wilson glared at her impatiently. "What a waste of the Wilson family's investment in you. You can't even keep a man?"Finally, too angry to hold back, he threw out a heavy remark, "Completely useless."Old Mr. Wilson turned and walked toward the house. After a few steps, he realized Vivian was still standing in place and stopped to scold her, "Why are you standing there like an idiot? Come with me."Vivian quickly agreed, and they went one after another to the antique-styled study.After discussing for about two hours, Vivian emerged from the study with a grave expression.She gently closed the door, her mind in complete disarray.Her grandfather's words kept echoing in
She racked her brain trying to figure out where she'd gone wrong to end up in this situation.Before she could think of a solution, the company faced a thorny problem. Her assistant contacted her immediately."Miss Wilson, our shipment at the dock has been detained. By the time I received the news, it had already been held for three days. If we delay any longer, we'll lose a major deal," her assistant said urgently.Vivian had received an excellent education and was being groomed as the Wilson Group's successor, so she naturally wouldn't lose her composure.She calmly asked, "Have you looked into why the shipment was detained?"The assistant hesitated, "I heard that your fiancé, Mr. Reynolds, personally reported that shipment.""That's impossible!" Vivian's voice rose in pitch, her face filled with disbelief."Did you investigate thoroughly? If this turns out to be false, I won't let you off easily and will sue you for defamation." Vivian couldn't keep her cool, speaking with a h