"From the moment you found out that Joshua was going to divorce me for Jayleen, you started making your move. After all, in your eyes, if Jayleen and I ended up mutually destroying each other, Joshua wouldn't choose either of us." Samantha's face still bore a look of confusion, as if she did not comprehend why Cynthia would suggest such things. "But when you realized that the car accident did not go as planned, you ruined Jayleen's reputation. When Joshua didn't care about that, you started planning something else." "Wait a minute," Samantha interrupted her. Cynthia gestured for her to speak. "Are you sure you haven't watched too many melodramatic TV shows?" Samantha asked. "I don't have time to joke around with you." Cynthia's tone was cold. "I really don't understand what you're talking about. If any of what you're saying really happened, you should report it to the police. They can investigate much faster." Samantha clearly did not want to stay any longer. Cynthia's
"Do you really think that if we can't find concrete evidence of your crimes, you'll escape unscathed?" Cynthia asked her. With every incident, including Moe's bribery, Samantha managed to emerge without a hint of guilt. If not for Cynthia's decision to connect all the incidents and delve into some old issues, she would have never suspected Samantha. After all, Samantha had initially struck her as a good-hearted young woman. Samantha offered a faint smile. "I have been a law-abiding citizen all my life. I cannot afford to wear the blame Ms. Yates is trying to place on me." "What if I bring this matter to Old Man Tanz's attention? How do you think he would handle it?" Cynthia asked, making her point very clear. Some people, even when they knew they were guilty, could not be brought to justice due to a lack of evidence. From a purely evidentiary perspective, Samantha was nothing more than a bystander. However, morality and public opinion could pass judgment. In the past, Samanth
Upon hearing this news, Ellora was in complete shock. "How can it be her? I've always perceived her as an extremely warm-hearted girl. After all, it was she who helped me call you." Incomprehensible. Unbelievable. This was beyond outrageous. "I'm just as surprised," Cynthia admitted truthfully. "I have a question. If she wanted to target you, why would she assist me?" Ellora expressed her confusion. "Two possibilities." Cynthia had already contemplated this matter. "What are they?" asked Samantha. "Firstly, she may be somewhat obsessive about Joshua's situation. However, she still maintains her altruism in other matters," Cynthia explained deliberately. If possible, she wished Samantha was just such a person. She hoped Samantha had only sought to help Ellora out of pure goodwill. "What about the second one?" asked Ellora, holding her phone. "She might have intentionally left a positive first impression on me. This way, even if someone uncovered her actions later on, I'
Since leaving school, the friends she made have been, to put it mildly, insincere. However, Ellora was a true exception. Even before she regained her identity, she was always there for her, treating her exceptionally well. Now even though she knew her identity as Cynthia, Ellora's attitude toward her has not changed one bit. After ending her conversation with Ellora, she dialed Old Man Tanz's number. Upon learning that it was her calling, Old Man Tanz was overjoyed. He chatted with her about his day-to-day life over the phone and was even more thrilled to hear that Cynthia was coming to see him. "I will await you. Whenever it is, as long as it's you, I am always available." Old Man Tanz's voice was stern yet filled with affection for Cynthia. Hearing him say this, Cynthia touched her nose. Suddenly, she felt a bit guilty about Old Man Tanz's enthusiasm. He was eagerly welcoming her, yet she was coming to deliver bad news... "Then, let's meet on the sixth of next month." Cynthia
Joshua's brow furrowed almost imperceptibly as he stared at the multitude of files before him, his mind grappling with the startling complexity of someone's scheming. At this moment, he fully realized that he had unjustly blamed Cynthia for all that had occurred before. "Arrange a meeting with Samantha," Joshua said abruptly. "Understood," Yoel replied. As Yoel left the room, Joshua continued to peruse the thick stack of documents in his hands. The revelation he had just uncovered was more shocking than anything he had experienced before. He had never suspected that someone could deceive so convincingly. Samantha. The younger sister of Yosef Tanz. He had never doubted her, nor had he considered the possibility that she would frame Cynthia. After all, they were two people who had no business with each other. Overwhelmed by these thoughts, Joshua rested his hand against his forehead, feeling an acute sense of regret. He remembered his suspicion toward Cynthia, his unfair treatm
"Hmm." The conversation between them was exceptionally brief. Joshua, today, was in no mood for much talk, and the usual banter he enjoyed with Yoel was missing. Yoel felt a touch of sympathy for him. Even though Joshua was indeed reaping what he had sown, Yoel could not help but feel sorry for him. "Should we inform Ms. Yates about this? It seems that she is investigating this as well," Yoel queried. "For now, let us keep it quiet. Once I have resolved everything, you can tell her. Consider it... a form of restitution on my part," Joshua replied, a plan forming in his mind. He knew that, given Cynthia's abilities, she could easily get to the bottom of the matter. However, he wanted to handle this personally. After all, Samantha's actions had repeatedly exacerbated his conflict with Cynthia until they ended up strangers. "Understood," Yoel acknowledged. That very night, Joshua invited Yiordan, who was filming in Nexuria, for a drink. Within the confines of a private room in
"Go and apologize to her sincerely. Try to make amends as much as you can," suggested Yiordan, who had always thought about things rationally. "She won't accept it. Besides, she doesn't need my apologies," responded Joshua. "Whether she accepts it or not is her business. If you feel you've done wrong, you should apologize," Yiordan stated gently. Joshua remained silent, his mind seemingly elsewhere. "Or is it that you're hoping to win her back?" "She won't give me that chance." As Joshua spoke, Yiordan could see a change in his demeanor. What had happened between them? Joshua set his drink aside, reclining against the back of the sofa, his gaze fixated on the faintly lit ceiling. His emotions seemed to have reached a tipping point, demanding release. "Joshua," called Yiordan, concerned. He had never seen Joshua so fragile, as though he were a porcelain doll, ready to shatter at the slightest touch. With a blink, Joshua hid his tumultuous emotions behind closed eyes. O
Yoel escorted the two of them home. While Yiordan was in the bathroom, Joshua, who was lounging on the sofa, called Yoel over, not particularly enthusiastic. Yoel looked very innocent. "Mr. Neal, what's up?" "What did you mean by what you said in the car?" "Just what it sounded like." "Who told you that's what I was thinking?" "Aren't you convinced that Ms. Yates wouldn't leave you because of your good looks?" Yoel said honestly. Joshua was silent. He did not want to see Yoel anymore. "The door is to the right, I don't want to see you right now." "Alright." Yoel turned around and left. Joshua stared at the closed door, his chest filled with a jumble of emotions. Maybe it was the liquid courage, or maybe something else. He took out his phone and opened Cynthia's WhatsApp. He typed in [I'm sorry] but hesitated before sending it. In the end, he deleted it and sent a [Are you there?] instead. He waited a few minutes, but it felt like centuries. When Cynthia did