MasukLiam waited quietly in the hallway.When Cecilia came out, he didn't ask a single question. He simply reached out his hand.She said nothing, placing her hand into his palm.The warmth and steadiness of his grip pulled her instantly back from the tangle of emotions she had nearly drowned in moments earlier.Liam still didn't ask.He just held her hand firmly, his thumb brushing lightly over her cool skin in a silent gesture of comfort.They walked side by side down the long, dim corridor. The wall lamps stretched their shadows thin and long. Their footsteps echoed through the emptiness, devoid of any trace of warmth.Sally had just finished cleaning up the broken porcelain. Seeing them about to leave, she wiped her hands on her apron and hurried into the foyer. "Cecilia, it's so dark out. The road isn't safe at night. Are you sure you won't stay for one night?""Just take good care of him," Cecilia replied without stopping, her voice drifting back toward Sally.Sally frowned, watching
The night wind carried the chill of the mountains as a Porsche cut through the darkness, racing along the winding mountain road.Its headlights pierced the thick fog before finally stopping in front of the wrought-iron gates of the Martin estate.The manor lay shrouded in heavy night mist. The lights that once blazed warmly were gone.Only a few windows in the main house were dimly lit, casting a lonely, desolate glow into the silence.Cecilia opened the car door, and the mountain wind rushed in at once, bringing with it a stale odor—an unsettling mix of an untended garden and damp stone.She frowned slightly and turned to look at Liam beside her.He closed his door, walked around to her side, and naturally took her cool hand in his, his palm warm and steady."Sally called out of nowhere," Cecilia said quietly, a tension in her voice she hadn't even noticed herself. "She said my father collapsed."The elderly housekeeper, who had served the Martin family for over a decade, had never c
The corridor of the Inspectorate was deserted, the only sound the steady echo of leather soles striking marble.At the far end of the hall, a figure paused briefly.After confirming that the surroundings were silent, he turned swiftly into the rear courtyard and pushed open the heavy wooden door of an interrogation room.The beam of a night guard's flashlight swept across the yard from time to time, but it never lingered on the shadow that slipped inside unnoticed.Inside the interrogation room, the director had been waiting for a long time.Hearing the faint movement outside, he immediately stood and pulled open the frosted-glass door.Chapman slipped in, hanging his hat and coat on the rack behind the door with the practiced ease of someone entering his own office. "Did you bring her?""As instructed, we temporarily transferred her from the women's prison under the pretext of a supplemental interrogation," the director said in a low voice."She must be returned before seven tomorrow
In the parking garage, a blinding flash burst to life in a dark corner—then vanished just as quickly.A shadowy figure darted out from behind a concrete pillar and slipped into an unremarkable Volkswagen nearby.Cecilia noticed immediately that the reporter hadn't been photographing them, but the white BMW parked in the corner."It's Daniel," Liam said under his breath, then strode straight toward the Volkswagen.The reporter was still congratulating himself on landing an exclusive when someone knocked sharply on his window. Startled, he hurriedly shoved his camera under the seat.Seeing no response, Liam knocked again.The reporter rolled the window down nervously and blurted out, "I didn't photograph you! I was shooting Daniel—""I know," Liam said calmly, holding out his hand. "Give me the camera."The reporter hesitated. "Sir... this is my livelihood.""If Chapman finds out," Liam replied coolly, "what do you think your ‘livelihood' will turn into? Want me to spell it out?"Gritti
Inside the restroom, Vicky was bent over the sink, dry-heaving.Cecilia covered her mouth and stepped back, her own stomach rolling in protest.After Vicky finished throwing up, she slid down along the counter and collapsed onto the floor.A strange look of satisfaction even curved her lips.This was a public restroom. Though it was located in the private dining area on the top floor and saw little traffic, staff members still passed by from time to time.Vicky lay sprawled on the cold tiled floor without the slightest concern for appearances. The scene was unsettling.Knowing she couldn't lift her, Cecilia turned to go find help.Moments after she left, the door of a stall a short distance away quietly creaked open.A man crouched in front of Vicky. His fingers trembled slightly as he reached out to touch her face—then jerked back at the last second, as if struck by fear.Half-conscious, Vicky saw a shadow swaying before her eyes. Sensing a familiar warmth drawing near, she suddenly
Rebecca was already seated at the head of the private dining room, several newspapers spread open in front of her.When everyone walked in, she calmly pushed the papers toward the center of the table.Bruno sat down beside her carefully, like a child awaiting judgment, his head lowered, not daring to look up.“The media works fast,” Liam said flatly as he took Cecilia’s coat and hung it aside. “Less than a day, and even the tabloids are running full-page headlines.”Rebecca took a deep breath.“I thought… you only wanted me to help save Claire. I never imagined there was something this big behind it all—layer upon layer.”Her fingers clenched tightly.“Now I… don’t have a mother anymore. I don’t even have a home.”“What nonsense are you talking about?” Robin poured a glass of wine and slid it toward her. “Rebecca, forget the news. Your mother being sent to prison is her own doing. What does that have to do with you? Aren’t we still your brothers? You still have us.”“You… you’ll still







