For a moment, Mrs. Mendes was stunned, as if she hadn’t expected Dean Larson to apologize so decisively.She clutched the black-and-white photo of her daughter tightly, her hands trembling slightly. Her expression grew complicated—this apology left her without an excuse to continue making a scene.Her face was pale. “It wasn’t you who killed my daughter—it was Sarah Sanders! Why isn’t she the one apologizing?”“Miss Sanders has already been suspended and is staying at home,” Professor Wells explained calmly. “There is no conclusive evidence proving that Miss Sanders was responsible for Tina Mendes’ death. The current suspension is only a temporary measure due to the media pressure at the school gates—it’s for Miss Sanders’ safety.”By stating this, he was drawing a clear line—if the media twisted the narrative, it would be on them.At this point, with Dean Larson’s apology, Mrs. Mendes had been pushed into a corner.She hesitated, her voice faltering. “Sarah Sanders killed my dau
Professor Wells furrowed his brows slightly. “Mrs. Mendes, we understand your grief, and the university is willing to provide some form of compensation for Tina Mendes’ passing. However, demanding one million is simply not possible. If you continue disrupting the school’s order at the main gate, we will have no choice but to involve the police.” Though both Professor Wells and Dean Larson appeared calm and composed, their words left no room for negotiation. For once, Mrs. Mendes fell silent, glaring at them viciously. “Fine! Call the police then!” Professor Wells didn’t hesitate—he pulled out his phone and started dialing. But just as he pressed the second digit, his phone was suddenly snatched away. “You really dare? Do you think there’s no law in this country?” she shrieked. On the other side, Dean Larson calmly raised his own phone, turning the screen toward her so she could see the number he was dialing. “Calling now—Adams University main gate. Someone is deliberatel
In this blood-red world, she could almost smell the thick scent of iron, mingled with the lingering stench of something burning in the air. Amid this suffocating despair, a gentle hand rested on her shoulder. "Mia?" Who was calling her? Mia’s gaze was lost in a haze of confusion and agony. She could no longer see the world clearly, only the overwhelming, suffocating red that consumed everything. But that voice—it was warm and familiar. It was someone she trusted. Someone she relied on even more than her own brother. No, that wasn't right. This wasn’t just trust. It was an instinctive dependence, forged in the depths of terror. A reliance born from being trapped in the same abyss. Sarah? She turned her dazed eyes in the direction of the voice. And in the midst of the blood-drenched world, a figure appeared. A real, living person. Someone who wasn’t red. Someone who looked… normal. "Sarah…" she murmured. Sarah Sanders seemed to sense the weight of Mia’
"I saw the news. Did Zachary bring her here?" Melvin asked, looking displeased.Sarah shook her head. "Vivian came too, they were together."Melvin's expression suddenly turned grave. He studied Mia closely - her condition was clearly very poor, anyone could see that.So was this connected to Vivian?He couldn't be certain, but he knew there was no one else it could be.Melvin pulled some documents from his bag and handed them to her. "See for yourself."What's this?Sarah opened the file - it was the investigation report on Tina Mendes.Tina Mendes, nineteen years old, normally gentle and quiet - everyone's idea of the "perfect daughter."But she noticed the neighbor's comments: "Well, Tina was a good kid, just unlucky to have such a mother! Her mom would take out her anger on her daily, beating and yelling at her, always demanding money. How could a college student have money to give? And she had a brother too, who ran wild all day. Poor Tina - now that she's gone, I don't
Sarah once again found herself faced with the most perplexing question—what exactly happened on the night Tina took her own life? She turned to her cousin, her expression serious. “I want to meet Tina’s mother.” Everything traced back to the very beginning, back to the counseling session in her office. From the moment Tina walked in until the moment she left, she had repeatedly expressed fear. And the person she feared the most was her own mother. But after hearing Mrs. Mendes’s outburst at the university gate, Sarah began to reconsider. Was Tina afraid of how her mother would react upon discovering her illness? Or was there something more? Hope Housing Complex As Sarah stepped into the entrance of Hope Housing Complex, she was struck by how such a run-down neighborhood could exist in the heart of the glamorous, towering East Coast. Logically, this place shouldn’t have been in such a state. It was near a top-ranked elementary school and technically a school distric
Sarah watched as Mrs. Mendes’s face turned red with rage. She raised a trembling hand, pointing at Sarah, but for a long moment, no words came out. Behind her, the small boy—no older than six or seven—tilted his head slightly, his young mind caught between innocence and growing awareness. He didn’t fully understand the conversation, yet at the same time, he seemed to grasp that something serious was being discussed. “Mrs. Mendes, why don’t you have your son go study in his room?” Sarah suggested, her voice steady. Mrs. Mendes hesitated but eventually relented, sending the boy into the bedroom. Sarah, unbothered by the hostility, sat down on the worn-out couch and met Mrs. Mendes’s glare head-on. “Where exactly did Tina jump from?” Mrs. Mendes’s composure snapped. “So that’s why you’re here? You came to dig up dirt? You’re not welcome in my house!” Sarah remained unfazed. “If you still want compensation, you’d better answer my question properly.” Her voice was cold, ca
Sarah studied Mrs. Mendes intently. She found it strange that a truly loving mother wouldn't use the word "probably" when discussing such matters. Throughout their interaction, she hadn't detected any guilt, remorse, or sadness in Mrs. Mendes's eyes - only numbness and, strangely, relief.What was she relieved about?Suddenly, a possibility struck her. She narrowed her eyes. "Before Tina's suicide, had you already discovered she had AIDS?"Mrs. Mendes trembled, her face filled with fear. She quickly denied it. "No! I didn't know until I was in the dean’s office."Her face went pale as she continued denying it.But Sarah clearly remembered Mrs. Mendes's abnormal reaction in the office that day. A mother learning of her daughter's AIDS diagnosis would typically react with either anger or heartbreak, but she had shown no reaction at all."Let's be honest. At this point, there's no use hiding it anymore."Why couldn't she understand this simple truth?If Mrs. Mendes had cooperated,
As she spoke, Mrs. Mendes quickly made her son go to his room and lock the door.In that moment, Tina's eyes dimmed. She couldn't understand why a stranger in the counseling office could gently tell her not to be afraid, yet her mother, who always claimed to love her most, would treat her this way."I'm not dirty. The counselor said this illness can be managed." She looked at her mother with a last glimmer of hope.But Mrs. Mendes only responded with concern for herself, "Shut up! You got this filthy disease and still want treatment? AIDS can't be cured, and who do you expect to pay for treatment? We don't have a single penny. Don't be delusional!"At that moment, her look toward her daughter held no compassion - only anger and fear.Tina, already full of despair, lost even the small hope she'd regained from Sarah's words.Her barely rebuilt emotional walls came crashing down. Pale-faced, her lips trembling, she said, "Mom, I wasn't going to ask you for money for treatment, I jus
“Zachary?”Sarah didn’t push him away. She just found his behavior today strangely out of character.She had never seen Zachary like this before. Even when she thought back to everything that had happened between them, the only time she had ever seen him truly broken was at the cemetery. He had stood there, dressed in a black suit, in front of his mother’s tombstone. The black-and-white photo on the grave was somber and still, while the sorrow hidden in Zachary’s eyes felt endless.Mr. Lambert had mentioned to her earlier that he’d seen Zachary and Charlie together today. Could it be... Zachary already knew the truth?What kind of terrible, heartbreaking truth could possibly leave a man like him looking this devastated?“Did you… find out something?” Sarah asked him softly.Zachary buried his head against her shoulder, giving a low, muffled reply. When he had been at the factory, listening to the things Charlie said, he had forced himself to stay calm, keeping up the image of a r
He tried with all his might to hide the concern in his voice. Showing it would lead to endless consequences.Charlie thought for a long time before answering, "I'm not entirely sure. On the day of the explosion, that woman from the Reynolds apparently had a car accident. But you know, in a place like West Ridge, the chance of having a car accident is maybe one in a thousand. This isn't a big city with busy traffic. You can barely see any cars on most roads, let alone one hitting someone. Yet strangely, she really did have an accident."Zachary lowered his eyes. He didn't want to hear any more.This was the very reason he never even got to see her one last time."Bro, now that we've found the truth, when can I get my share of the money?" Charlie looked at Zachary excitedly, already silently fantasizing about what he would do with the money.But to his surprise, when Zachary looked up again, his eyes were ice-cold. "You're lying."The calm tone with which he spoke these words mad
"I have no choice. Why are you two acting so high and mighty? Before things went wrong, you were all making money hand over fist. Now you're pointing fingers. Every factory in Westridge operates this way. If the authorities hadn't started investigating, would anyone want to stop?" The supervisor's voice was sharp with frustration.The senior pharmacist replied coolly, "We can stop now. The final batch has already been sold. We won't lose much on the remaining stock. Even if they investigate, they won't find anything."The supervisor's voice quivered. "That's nonsense. If only it were that simple. That woman from the Reynolds family is relentless. Have you forgotten how many investigators she's sent here? But soon, she'll be out of our way.""Enough about that. The factory cannot close! I absolutely refuse to agree!"Hearing footsteps approaching, Charlie bolted. When he reached the director's office, he found it empty.Back at his workstation, something felt wrong. Glancing outsid
Zachary had reviewed the official investigation report from that year.The report stated that explosive materials were found in the materials room on the third floor, brought in accidentally by a supervisor. Large amounts of helium were also discovered in that room, several times more than in other areas.Yet Charlie hadn't mentioned the third floor at all. Instead, he had brought Zachary to the second floor. Either this was the true explosion site, or Charlie was deliberately hiding something.This room had significantly more burn damage than other areas. The workshop was almost completely destroyed, with debris and remnants everywhere. It was impossible to tell what had once been here—just an empty workspace surrounded by areas that still smelled of burning.Zachary's flashlight illuminated the entire room. Charlie had already tried to turn on the power, but without success."The factory's wiring has really deteriorated. Nothing works," Charlie complained.Zachary shook his hea
This factory, sealed for nearly ten years, finally revealed its former glory to the people of the East Coast. Charlie confidently led Zachary through the valley. When they reached the innermost part of the mountain range, Zachary followed Charlie's lead and stopped.Weeds had completely covered the area. Charlie efficiently tore away the ivy that had grown over everything, revealing a rust-covered iron door.Time had left its mark on the iron door; the rust flaked off at the slightest touch. In the middle was a chain with a padlock. Charlie casually picked up a stone and smashed it hard against the lock. With a dull thud, the lock fell to the ground.The factory from ten years ago differed greatly from modern ones. It lacked sophisticated security measures, since all the equipment inside was too heavy to steal anyway.They stood before the massive iron door. Zachary reached out to touch the cold metal. "How do you know about this place?"Charlie looked solemnly at the valley befor
When Charlie heard the words "Wilson Factory explosion," he froze, his face showing a complex mix of emotions."Who are you?" he asked warily.Zachary displayed a hunger for money. "Don't be nervous. I'm just a private investigator. By coincidence, I got this big job—find the truth and get paid.""Who's the client?" Charlie's face was full of suspicion.Zachary suddenly gave him a cold look, his tone full of warning. "Charlie, in this business, many things are confidential when it comes to clients. We take the money and do the job, never asking too many questions."Seeing how serious Zachary was, Charlie began to accept that he might really be a private detective."Charlie, this is a genuine two million. Aren't you tempted? If I didn't think you knew a lot about what happened back then, I wouldn't even consider sharing this with you. If we succeed, that's two million—one million each."Charlie's heart trembled at these words. One million! How could he not be tempted?With that
"I-I'm telling you, this is in the town, not up in the remote hills. If you try to beat me up, bystanders definitely won't just stand by and watch," he stammered, trying to intimidate Zachary while his hand secretly reached for the door bolt."Relax. I didn't come to beat you today. I'm just curious—why are you so fixated on her?" Zachary asked calmly, fishing for information.He had already made up his mind before coming. If Charlie truly had a grievance with Sarah, he would find a way to send her away. Even if she ended up hating him, that would be better than leaving her in danger.When Charlie heard that Zachary wasn't there to beat him, he immediately relaxed, though his body language remained wary as he kept his eyes fixed on Zachary.Zachary had already figured out Charlie's personality. He knew that unless he revealed some information first, Charlie would never willingly explain his motives for kidnapping Sarah."Sarah is my ex-girlfriend. Our breakup wasn't what I wanted,
The room wasn't very large. Though Zachary had chosen a relatively nice place, the countryside had limited options—it wasn't possible to conjure up a luxury apartment out of thin air.The couch in the living area wasn't even half the length of Zachary's height.If he had to curl up in such a small space to sleep, it would obviously be uncomfortable.Although Sarah didn't want to be indebted to him, she couldn't find the right words at this moment.She could hardly say, "The bed is big enough, we can share it."In the end, she just responded with a simple "Oh" and said nothing more.In the middle of the night, Sarah suddenly felt a chill creeping into her body.When she awoke, she realized she had kicked off her comforter.At that moment, she heard deliberately softened footsteps coming from the other room.Was Zachary still awake?Was he unable to sleep, or was the couch too uncomfortable?Sarah moved her ankle slightly and found it wasn't as painful anymore. Just as she was
"I'll see what food we have in the kitchen. You stay here and don't move around," Zachary said gently. He raised his hand to ruffle Sarah's hair, but she ducked away. He left with a disappointed look.Sarah watched his retreating figure and muttered under her breath, "Is he treating me like a child?"The countryside rooms had poor sound insulation, and soon she heard clattering noises from the kitchen.Curious about what Zachary was doing, Sarah pressed her lips together and carefully eased herself off the bed, supporting herself against the wall.Just as she was about to hop a few steps, she lost her balance on one foot. Sarah let out a sharp cry as she tumbled to the floor.The pain from her ankle made her face turn pale, and her slender body curled up into a small ball.Hearing the commotion, Zachary rushed over. Seeing the scene before him, his pupils contracted in alarm. He hurried to her side and carefully lifted her back onto the bed.The doctors in West Ridge didn't make