She placed a hand over her chest, feeling the steady but heavy rhythm of her heartbeat. Then, reaching for her phone, she made the call. "Miss Sanders, I’m ready to tell you everything." Mrs. Mendes sat in the dimly lit living room, the night sky outside shimmering with stars, the moon hanging high and distant. Across from her, Sarah and Melvin sat in silence, listening intently. "The day my daughter died, after I left the police station, I met her at my doorstep. She told me she would help me get justice. She taught me what to say and do. "Actually, I saw her that day. On the twentieth floor, in the stairwell. But I didn’t say anything… After you two came to see me, she showed up not long after. I don’t know who she is, but I could tell she was someone rich. Her clothes, the way she carried herself—any one piece of her outfit could probably pay for years of our living expenses." A bitter laugh escaped her lips before she continued. "I couldn’t hold back. I asked h
As long as they could unlock the phone, they would find the key to everything. In the early hours of the morning, Melvin finally finished work and arrived with the now-unlocked device. The two of them huddled together, turning on Tina’s phone. Late at night, the girl had opened messaging app. "Did you go?" Tina, feeling anxious, hesitated before typing a reply. "Not yet." "You only have two days left. If you don’t go, you’ll regret it." Her fingers trembled as she typed her response. "Please… I’ll go. Tomorrow, I’ll go." "I’ll be waiting for your update." The next day, Tina had gone to Sarah’s counseling session. As expected, when she got home, another message was waiting for her. "Good. I know you went today. Now… when are you going to die?" "I don’t want to die anymore. There are still so many things I want to do. And HIV isn’t an immediate death sentence, right? I heard the government provides free treatment… there’s still hope, isn’t there?
On the television screen, Zachary’s face was sharp and cold, his voice carrying a weight that was hard to describe. "When I chose Sarah as my sister’s psychologist, I did so after careful consideration of her professional credentials and expertise. Throughout the course of treatment, she has consistently maintained the highest level of professionalism. The incident at the university gates was not caused by her. The truth is, three hours before that episode, my sister had been kidnapped and suffered severe psychological distress…" Sarah turned off the TV. She knew exactly why Zachary had chosen to respond—to shield her from public backlash. His interview had the immediate effect of calming the storm online. The anger aimed at Sarah gradually faded. After all, in Tina’s case, the only real evidence against her was that single blank sheet of paper. The police and university officials had already released everything they could. There was nothing left to accuse her of. Af
Sarah lowered her gaze. There was something important she hadn't told Zachary—Mia had developed a deep dependence and trust in her, something different from how she acted around others. It was likely tied to memories from three years ago, though Sarah had yet to uncover the full truth. Mia might do better if she stayed with her. Around others, she lacked that same sense of security. "I’ll be careful," Zachary said as he picked up his sister, ready to leave. "Wait a moment." Zachary turned back, puzzled, only to see Sarah holding out a drawing. "This belongs to you," she said. "Mine?" He frowned, glancing at the sketch. He didn’t recognize the woman in the drawing at first. Then, he noticed the word written in the empty space beside it—sister-in-law.He looked at Mia. "Did she draw this?" The moment he laid eyes on the portrait, he instinctively knew—it was Sarah. After all, Mia had only ever used that title for her. "Yes, Mr. Reynolds," Sarah said with a sig
Matthew, already aware of the history between the two, simply left without another word. Vivian turned to Zachary, her expression soft and innocent. "Zachary, it seems Miss Sanders has some misunderstandings about me." "Zachary!" Sarah’s voice was sharp, filled with urgency. "Tina’s death is connected to her. I’ve found the evidence!" Her eyes shone with determination. Vivian’s gentle expression faltered, her eyes darkening with irritation. "Zachary, her so-called ‘evidence’ means nothing. She’s making things up just to frame me." Zachary remained silent, his sharp gaze moving between the two women. His hands clenched slightly, but he said nothing. Sarah looked at him, disappointment flickering in her eyes before she turned back to Vivian. "Vivian, did you push her?" she demanded. Vivian shrugged. "No." Then, in a sudden move, she leaned in close, whispering in Sarah’s ear. "I followed her up to the rooftop that day. We had an agreement. But at the last momen
Sarah took a step closer. For a moment, the man standing in front of her seemed to shift into a younger version of himself—a boy with tear-filled eyes, staring at the face in the photograph on the tombstone. An ache spread in her chest. She had an urge to step forward, to hold him, or at least place a reassuring hand on his back. "Some things can’t be revealed until the right time. If we act too soon, we’ll only alert the enemy," Zachary said, his voice steady, carrying a weight that couldn’t be ignored. "But Sasa, please… trust me." Years of investigating the Wilson family had brought him nothing but suspicion and slander. He never cared before. But now that he had someone he wanted to protect, everything was different. No matter how difficult it got, he didn’t want her to misunderstand him. Sarah didn’t respond right away. She only searched his gaze, as if trying to decipher something deeper. "The right time hasn’t come yet."It was always the same answer.
Vivian finally noticed the faint, acrid scent lingering in the air. Blood pooled across the floor. A disaster of this scale was too much for the factory supervisor to handle alone. "How many people know about this?" Vivian’s voice was ice-cold. The supervisor swallowed hard. "Miss Wilson, I shut down the factory the moment it happened. Only a handful of people saw it." Vivian nodded. "Contact the families of the deceased. Offer them a generous compensation package. As for the others who witnessed this—make sure they keep their mouths shut. This must never get out. And one more thing—make sure nothing like this happens again." The supervisor hesitated, looking at the lifeless bodies on the ground. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed, but in the end, he nodded. On the way back, Vivian sat in the car, still shaken by the incident. She turned to her assistant. "Make sure those families stay calm. Under no circumstances should the police be involved. If they refu
Vivian curled up in agony, her body trembling. Mr. Wilson quickly entered the room, his expression stern as he tried to assess what had happened. Anne followed close behind. She had been caring for Vivian since she was a child and regarded her almost like a daughter. "Miss, what’s wrong? Did you have a nightmare?" she asked worriedly. Vivian’s face was pale with terror. Mr. Wilson frowned deeply, observing her reaction. Seeing him, Vivian forced herself to regain some composure.No matter what, Grandpa can’t know about this. "I’m fine, Grandpa. Just a bad dream," she muttered, wiping the cold sweat from her forehead. Mr. Wilson eyed her suspiciously but didn’t press further. Later that night, the Wilson household settled into deep slumber. Vivian, finally exhausted, drifted off into a heavy sleep. She had chosen to sleep near the window, and at some point, she rolled over. Tap. Tap. Tap. A faint knocking came from the glass. Even in deep sleep, h
Charlie shook his head, his face pale, still refusing to admit it. “It wasn’t me! I don’t know what you’re talking about. Even if that video shows me, so what? How can you be sure I was doing anything wrong? I came in at 2 a.m. to check if the machines could still be fixed. I did it for the good of the factory!”Sarah let out a cold laugh. “Wow. That’s the best you could come up with? You really expect me to believe you were being noble at two in the morning? Don’t forget, we’ve got more than just one camera. You think we only set up one? Every step you took was recorded—and more than that, someone saw you. We’ve got video and a witness. You’re not getting out of this.”Charlie’s face twisted in disbelief. “No way! There was no one there last night—I checked! You could’ve bribed someone just to frame me!”Sarah’s expression didn’t budge. “If you’re that desperate to keep lying, feel free to tell it to the cops. I’m done listening to your nonsense. Mr. Lambert, call the police.
Holding onto the cash, Charlie couldn't stop thinking: if he brought this to the gambling den with Zachary by his side, they could easily multiply it. All he had to do tonight was take one more risk.Before long, it was past midnight—2 a.m. to be exact—when Charlie crept into the factory. Everyone was asleep by then, including the guard out front, slumped over in exhaustion.The workshop was dark and quiet. Spotting the three machines almost immediately, Charlie felt a wave of relief wash over him. He quickly got to work, removing the last screw and prying open the outer shell. With a wrench in hand, he began fiddling inside—until something felt off.He paused.A couple nights ago, he'd gone out of his way to destroy these machines. He'd been shocked when the technician said they could still be repaired, but he brushed it off. Maybe the guy was just good. Maybe tech was just that advanced now.But now he realized—these machines had never been broken.They hadn't been repaired. Th
Upon hearing this, Manager Sullivan's face changed, and he glanced at Charlie, standing among the crowd, with a severe look of malice. Charlie, for his part, was clueless about what was happening. He was sure he had sabotaged the machinery effectively, given his years of experience in the factory and his knowledge of the equipment.But why hadn't it worked this time?He looked towards the technician with a puzzled expression, but the technician's confident gaze only increased his panic.After the meeting, Manager Sullivan called Charlie into his office and immediately started berating him as soon as the door was shut. "What happened? Weren't you supposed to have completely destroyed the equipment? Why does the technician say it can still be fixed? What did you do?"Charlie was even more baffled. He reflected on how he had damaged the equipment, unable to figure out what went wrong. "Manager, I was sure I had completely wrecked it. I even checked again after damaging it to ensure it
Before Sarah could speak, Manager Sullivan blurted out, "Miss Sanders, if I catch whoever did this, they won't get away with it!"Mr. Lambert sarcastically interjected, "What if it's a case of the thief crying catch the thief?"Manager Sullivan became defensive, "Mr. Lambert, you should think before you speak! I'm the manager of this factory. Every day the factory is down, I'm the most anxious of all! Are you really accusing me now? Miss Sanders, if you're going to suspect me as well, you might as well have headquarters fire me."Sarah quickly tried to defuse the situation, "Manager Sullivan, what are you talking about? You're the manager of this factory; of course, I trust your commitment to it. It’s just that this situation is serious. The old equipment that was destroyed in the last batch was due for an upgrade anyway, so that wasn’t a loss. But this time, it’s different."She paused before continuing, "This equipment was ordered from Germany by our headquarters half a year ago.
Fresh from the gambling den, Charlie was ecstatic, clutching a bundle of cash and laughing wildly. "Zach, we won thirty thousand! Can you believe they just let us walk out?"He found it unbelievable, but Zach seemed unfazed. They hadn't just taken the house; they'd also won a considerable amount from other gamblers, and even helped the house make a profit. It was no wonder they weren't stopped.Holding the money, Charlie mused, "Zach, you wouldn’t believe it. The rich just keep getting richer. Today, our factory received a shipment of equipment, and I heard just one machine costs millions. Compared to them, this thirty thousand really isn't much."Zach casually mentioned, "It seems like the Sanders factory is the only big one left around here."Charlie quickly retorted with a smirk, "Actually, in West Ridge, Sanders isn’t the biggest."Zach raised an eyebrow, "Really? I thought I knew West Ridge pretty well. Apart from Sanders, I haven’t seen any factory bigger than theirs."Char
Charlie finally got it—Manager Sullivan was forcing him to take on this task. He gritted his teeth and determinedly agreed, "Manager, I'll do it."Manager Sullivan smiled approvingly, "That's the spirit! Good employees like you are what this factory needs. Don't worry, the higher-ups won't let your efforts go unrewarded. If you pull this off, you could be looking at a bonus of several thousand."Charlie nodded, "Tonight, then?"Manager Sullivan's expression grew serious as he nodded back, "Yes, tonight."That afternoon, Charlie clocked out and went straight to find Zachary. He couldn’t go back to the old gambling den—they had made a mess last time and were probably blacklisted. As for the money he owed, Charlie didn’t care anymore. After all, they had won a lot last time only to have it stolen, which he figured squared things. Still, that didn't stop him from wanting to gamble again.Just a few days later, he found Zachary and even brought what he considered a fine cigar.As for
Outside the Sanders factory, several trucks were parked at the entrance. Sarah followed Manager Sullivan and Mr. Lambert, watching the unloading process. "Manager Sullivan, all this new equipment has arrived today, right from the headquarters' stock, and it's too late to ship from Germany now," Sarah observed, her voice serious.Mr. Lambert smiled, "I didn't expect you to handle this so quickly, Miss Sanders. It's only been a few days since you went to headquarters to file a complaint, and you've already got the equipment here.""It's all for the good of the factory," Sarah replied, her face still stern. "So, Manager Sullivan, the factory can operate normally now, right? Getting the production line back up is inevitable."Manager Sullivan's expression wasn't much happier; he hadn't expected Sarah to pull this off so quickly. He forced a smile, "Of course."As the equipment was moved into the factory, Manager Sullivan returned to his office, wiping sweat from his brow with his handk
Sarah was puzzled. "An explosion at such a critical moment would make anyone suspicious, wouldn't it? It looks like someone's trying to cover something up."Zachary nodded, his face showing disdain. "You're not the only one who thought so. But Old Mr. Wilson presented the last batch of drugs from their factory, which were supposed to be delivered to hospitals. The tests came back clean, and they claimed the explosion was due to a mishandling of ingredients."Sarah raised an eyebrow. "And everyone just bought that?""Yes, everyone did.""So, you want to prove the explosion wasn't an accident and use that to bring down the Wilson family?" Sarah asked softly.Zachary's face paled; he shook his head slightly. "It's not just that. I want to do more, but..."Sarah shrugged, as if she was used to this kind of talk. "Let me guess, the timing isn't right yet?"Zachary looked at her sincerely. "Sarah, I'm really glad you came to help me with my wounds. When the time is right, I'll come to
Sarah didn't respond to Zachary's earlier words—she simply moved with even more care as she cleaned and bandaged his wound. Her eyes stayed fixed on the task at hand, but her expression was unreadable.Zachary, watching her in silence, gave a soft laugh. "You do care about me, Sasa. No matter what you say, you're not as heartless as you pretend to be."Sarah shook her head, her voice calm but cool. "You're overthinking it. We're both from East Coast—I just don't want to see you die. Besides, you're getting engaged to Miss Wilson in just over half a month. I’m clear of our positions. So please, don't say things like that again."Zachary's face changed instantly. He knew she was right—his engagement to Vivian was a chasm between them, one that he couldn't just leap across. Not while the truth remained buried.That engagement wasn't just a label. It was a shield. A smokescreen. A compromise he'd made to protect Sarah. But knowing she believed it, that it stood between them, only deepe