LOGINAs promised, Salvatore signed the papers issued to him at the station and passed them back to the officer. He rested the pen on the desk and leaned back in the chair, his gaze fixed on the figure standing in front of him.“I will get her. Please wait here,” the officer said before making his way out of the room.Salvatore rose as well, not having enough time to wait. He shook hands with the sheriff.“I should wait outside. There’s somewhere I need to be,” he informed him.“Alright. Please take care. I will reach out to you when we have the complete evidence,” the sheriff replied.He nodded in understanding and made his way out of the room.Outside, he got into his car and waited for her to come out, but there was no sign of her.After five minutes, still seeing no trace of her, he stepped out and headed back into the station.He entered but didn’t see her.“Where is the officer who went to get my daughter?” he asked.Before anyone could respond, they pointed him in a direction. “There
Arriving home was an entirely different ordeal, and for a moment, he wished he had stayed back at the hospital a little longer. The chaos erupting from inside the mansion was loud enough to draw the neighbors’ attention, and the voices he recognized belonged to his wife and stepson.He didn’t need anyone to tell him they were ganging up against Adrian. It had to be because of their sister being in police custody.“You have to make a fair judgment! I would have gone inside with you, but given the situation, I would rather not interfere in family matters.”He smiled faintly.“Thank you for bringing me home. I’ll see you tomorrow.”They shook hands, and the chauffeur pulled the car door open, bowing his head as he bid him goodnight.Standing in front of the mansion, he looked up at the house for a moment before slowly making his way inside. The closer he got, the louder the shouting became, and it only broke his heart further.Harthwore’s words lingered in his mind, reminding him to be f
“I’ve missed you. I can’t believe you haven’t changed,” Harthwore said to his friend, who had just arrived at the hospital to visit his wife.Salvatore let out a soft laugh. “With the amount of work waiting for me, I’m not supposed to change. But enough about that—how’s your wife?The lively atmosphere between them suddenly faded. The question changed everything from lighthearted to heavy, though it hadn’t been Salvatore’s intention.The conversation they had shared back then lingered in his mind. Watching his wife every day only made things worse, but that hadn’t stopped him from treating her kindly.The flight that had originally been scheduled for next week had been moved forward because he couldn’t sit back and do nothing.Salvatore rested a hand on Harthwore’s shoulder. “You’re a strong man—one of the strongest I know. Shall I see her?”Harthwore gave him a small smile and nodded. “Let’s go,” he said, leading him toward the room where she had been admitted.They knocked before st
If only she had known an accident would occur; she never would have gone to the house to retrieve her car’s plate number. Now, everything had been spreading across the internet since last night. She had hoped the situation would calm down, but with every passing minute, it only seemed to get worse. For Adrian to have been at the mansion yesterday, it felt as though he already knew something connected her and her husband to the incident. Unable to stay at home any longer, Ashley hurriedly left the house that morning and headed to her mother’s law firm. If her mother wasn’t answering her calls, then something had to be wrong. Since she was the one who had received the plate number, Ashley needed to be certain she had nothing to do with the accident. Ashley forced herself to act normal, playing with her son as she waited for her mother to arrive. But the weight of her thoughts made it impossible for her to focus entirely on him. The door suddenly pushed open, and her mother’s se
“You have to believe me; I didn’t do anything. I don’t even know how it happened. All I did was get the car’s plate number and forward it,” Ashley confessed, her breath hitching nervously. She had gone to the mansion on purpose. The plan had been simple; she and Nolan were supposed to arrange for Layla to be taken care of. But before they could even contact the men for the job, news of the accident had already spread everywhere. Ever since seeing the reports, Ashley hasn't been able to think straight. She had threatened Layla herself. She had even told her to her face that she would get rid of her. What if Layla survived? She would expose everything. And if that happened, her father would never sit back quietly; not even her mother would be able to protect her. “You didn’t send me any messages,” Nolan snapped. “So how am I supposed to believe you weren’t behind this? What if she dies in that hospital? This wasn’t part of the plan.” Ashley froze. She knew she had sent the mess
They were still on the highway, with the chauffeur driving behind them. Unnoticed, another car had been trailing closely behind the chauffeur since they left the mansion.For several minutes, the journey continued normally—until the vehicle suddenly sped up and overtook the chauffeur’s car.Startled, the chauffeur glanced at his rearview mirror at that exact moment.What he saw came too late.The car struck with force, sending his vehicle spinning out of control. It somersaulted repeatedly across the highway—once, twice, and three times—before finally veering off and crashing violently into a nearby café.The impact sent people running in every direction as panic broke out around the scene.****The hospital machines beeped continuously as doctors and nurses rushed through the corridors in chaos.Outside the emergency ward, the Harthwore family stood waiting anxiously for updates. It was not the chauffeur who had been directly affected—several vehicles along the highway were caught in







