Semua Bab Accidentally yours: Bab 131 - Bab 140

“Sir… I dropped her off in Manhattan.”The old man didn’t blink. He didn’t speak. He just stared at him.“What did you do at Manhattan?” Matthew swallowed. His voice cracked. “N–nothing much, sir. As soon as I dropped her, I left. I swear.”He could barely hold eye contact.“I still don’t believe you,” the old man said.“You think I’ve lived this long by being stupid?” the old man said, voice lowering but getting sharper. “You think I don’t see lies when they crawl into my face?”Matthew looked like a trapped animal. “There’s something fishy,” the old man continued. “And since you don’t want to spill it out, then listen carefully: you’ll pay for anything I find out.”Matthew opened his mouth, but the old man raised a hand. One sharp movement that shut him up immediately.“I have buried better men than you,” he said darkly. “Men who thought silence would protect them. But the thing about secrets…” he leaned in, face inches away now, “…is that they always rot. And they smell. And I al

Raymond’s phone rang.He saw the name flash across the screen: Grandpa.He hesitated. For a second, he considered ignoring it. But his thumb hovered over the screen and, finally, he swiped to answer.“Hello?”His grandfather’s voice came through, calm but heavy. “Raymond. I need to see you.”Raymond glanced at his watch.According to Raymond’s calculations, they had just thirty-eight minutes left. Thirty-eight minutes to reach the place Olive’s father was being held. Any delays now could destroy everything.He took a breath, tried to steady his thoughts.“Grandpa, I’m busy right now. You can’t see me.”There was a short silence,Then the old man said quietly, “It’s about your mother.”Raymond still kept mute but his grip on the phone tightened.He stared at the time again. Thirty-seven minutes. They were close.Too close to be sidetracked.His voice was cold when he finally answered. “Let it wait,” he said, jaw clenched. “I’ll come back and we’ll talk.”Before his grandfather could re

Olive stepped into the ward. Her father lay there, pale and sunken into the sheets like a shadow of who he used to be. Wires were attached to his chest and arms. His eyes opened as she walked in.He didn’t speak at first—only tears escaped the corners of his eyes. His fingers twitched, weakly trying to reach out.For some reason, Olive wasn’t angry.She wasn’t sad either.She just... stared.She was supposed to feel something. But all she felt was empty.He struggled to talk, his voice like wind passing through rusted metal.“I... I know I’ve... wronged you...” he rasped.He coughed, his chest rattling.“I don’t... deserve... forgiveness... not even a good burial,” he choked out, barely above a whisper.Tears streamed freely down his cheeks now.Olive remained still for a few seconds. Then she walked closer and sat down next to the bed.She looked at him, and said quietly:“You just have to hang in there. You need to apologize to Mom.”That was all.He turned his head slightly towar

The courtroom was filled with onlookers.The judge, an elderly white man with thick grey brows and a slow, heavy voice, adjusted his glasses and glanced at the accused. On the left side of the courtroom sat Mia, her mother Mary, Delilah, Delilah's mother, Mr. Charles, Matthew, Kain, and Kerah. They looked cold, worn, and deflated. On the right, Raymond sat calmly beside Olive. Raymond’s grandfather sat behind them with his arms folded. Ethan and Ezra were close by. There was silence when the judge cleared his throat.“This court is now in session,” the judge said, flipping through a thick folder. His voice dragged, heavy with gravity. “Multiple charges have been brought before this court… including murder, attempted murder, and conspiracy.”He looked up slowly. “Prosecution, you may begin.”The prosecutor stood and adjusted his suit jacket. “Your honor, we begin with our only live witness. A man once employed by the accused’s primary target — Raymond. Please call Mr. Stone to the stan

After they finished their meal, Ezra stood up and stretched lightly.Janet turned to him, wiping her hands. “Where to now?” she asked.Ezra just smiled. “Let’s go home.”They stepped out and got into his car. The drive was quiet but comfortable, filled with the soft hum of the engine and a few shared glances that didn’t need words. Soon, they pulled into the driveway of a large, beautifully designed house surrounded by a well-kept lawn and tall hedges.Janet stepped out of the car and stood still for a moment, taking in the size of the place. “Ezra… this place is so big. Do you live here?”Ezra walked around the car to her side, pulling out the key. “Technically, yeah,” he said, chuckling. “I live here with my brother, but we each have our own space. It’s sort of a family house.”Janet blinked. “A family house?”He shrugged. “Yeah. But everyone’s got their own corner now.”She followed him toward the entrance, still glancing around in surprise. “Okay, but… who’s your father, really?”