Madeline barely gave Trevon a glance before her eyes landed on Riley.Riley's eyes flashed with shock, and he snapped, "What's with that look? Don't you think you deserved that? You're plotting against Lydia, but the worst thing you did was to ignore the Gibson family's legacy! Two slaps is letting you off easy.""Today, you're going to kneel and pray for the kid!"Madeline let out a soft laugh. "Me, a killer, praying for blessings? You're not worried that'll jinx the kid's chances of a do-over?"Riley paused, his face darkening again.Skylar burst into sobs. "There! You've confessed! Trevon, you heard her! You have to get justice for Lydia's baby!"Trevon's frown deepened.He ignored Skylar's tears and fixed his gaze on Madeline, his voice low and serious. "What are you talking about?""Mr. Harris, take Mrs. Gibson home," he ordered.Mr. Harris hurried over to Madeline, reaching out to assist her.Madeline stepped aside, dodging his touch.Skylar's voice pierced the air, "N
Lydia's tears fell steadily. "You're not the one bleeding, so of course you can't feel my pain!""Do you have any idea? When I was bleeding, I felt my baby slipping away from me, little by little. It's a pain that rips your soul to shreds!"Lydia clutched at her chest, as if the pain was too much to bear.Trevon frowned slightly, a sign that he couldn't truly grasp the depth of her anguish.Lydia's eyes were stormy with grief and anger, a stark contrast to the calm concern etched on his face."Try to stay calm, Lydia. You need to think about your health," he urged softly."Name your price. Whatever compensation you want, it's yours."Her gaze snapped up, fierce and unyielding. "I want Madeline to pay—an eye for an eye!""I shed lots of blood; I demand she does the same!"He had never seen her so raw, so untamed. He understood though—losing a child could push anyone to the edge.Yet, he had to be the voice of reason."It was a tragic accident, Lydia. You can't pin this on Mad
Trevon stepped out into the cool night air, leaving the hospital behind him.Mr. Harris was there to meet him, "We've managed to keep a lid on the birthday party and Miss Lydia's tumble. Mrs. Lowe was making a scene, demanding justice against Mrs. Gibson, but she calmed down and was sent home.""Mrs. Yagle left a word for you. She wants you to wrap things up here and then swing by the old house."Trevon gave a noncommittal hum, sliding into the car and massaging the tension between his eyebrows. "Where's Madeline?"Peering at him through the rearview mirror, Mr. Harris replied, "Mrs. Gibson slipped away while Mr. Jabs was getting his car."Trevon's frown deepened.Mr. Harris hurried to explain, "She hitched a ride with Mr. Ferguson to the Crystal River Hotel."Trevon's face darkened. "Why's he butting in?"Mr. Harris did not have an answer. From what he had heard, Stephen had merely helped Madeline with a hotel booking and then took off. Probably just lending a hand.Trevon's
Trevon left the hotel and drove back to the Gibson family's stately home.Riley was slumped in the living room, struggling to keep his eyes open, when he finally saw his son stroll in."What took you so long?"Trevon dropped onto the couch without a word, "Out with it. Why did you call me back here?"Riley's brow furrowed as she shot him a piercing look. "What's this 'I don't know' act? We're talking about Lydia's miscarriage. What's your game plan here?"Trevon glanced up, his voice cool and detached. "Like I said, it's none of your business. Drop it.""It is my business!" Riley's voice spiked with intensity. "Don't think you can fool me with your schemes.""You're planning to pay off the Sanders family, aren't you? As some kind of settlement?"Trevon remained silent.Riley slid into the seat beside him, her tone incredulous. "Have you lost your mind? This is the Sanders' mess, not the Gibsons'. If anyone should be coughing up cash, it's Madeline. Our family's money shouldn't
Downstairs, Riley was wide awake, Trevon's words echoing in her mind. Without hesitation, she picked up the phone and called her go-to lawyer.The lawyer listened and then confirmed, "That's right. Without a prenup, the law says the couple should split everything down the middle."Unless...""Unless what?" Riley pressed."Unless one spouse decides to walk away from the assets, agreeing to it in a divorce settlement," the lawyer explained."So, if the divorce papers state that she’s giving up her share, they won't need to split anything else?" Riley clarified."Exactly," the lawyer confirmed.Riley's laugh was sharp, tinged with resolve. "Fine, draft me that divorce settlement."The lawyer hesitated, then asked carefully, "Mrs. Yagle, who is this settlement for, if I may ask?""Mind your own business," Riley snapped, and ended the call.Madeline had no clue about Riley's scheme. She would better sign the papers without a fuss, or she would be in for a nasty surprise.Unaware
"Someone else... now... about to be fired..." Sherah's muffled voice floated from the hallway.Madeline strained to listen, her footsteps quieting. Sherah had been acting off, and Madeline's curiosity was piqued.Just then, a janitor caught Madeline's eye and swung open the corridor door. With a loud creak, the heavy door broke the silence, and Sherah's conversation came to an abrupt halt.Madeline glided into the room, a playful smile on her lips. "Mrs. Jeppesen, what brings you here?"Sherah hastily tucked her phone out of sight and forced a laugh. "Just catching up with the family."Ms. Sanders, what can I do for you?"Madeline's eyes flicked to the hidden phone and back, her smile unwavering. "Just a little something. Macy is here mainly to help my mom in the kitchen, so don't get the wrong idea. I..."Sherah cut in, more eager than Madeline had anticipated. "If you've found extra hands, it's perfect timing—I've got my own matters at home. Maybe I should..."Madeline's eyeb
Riley's voice cut in. "Ten o'clock, meet me at The Cornerstone Cafe. We need to talk."The line went dead before Madeline could answer.She pocketed her phone with a calm she did not feel and picked up where they left off. "It's about Mrs. Jeppesen, the one caring for my mom."She rushed off, claiming a family emergency. But something doesn't sit right with me."Caleb gave a nod of understanding. "I'm on it."Madeline bit her lip, apologetic. "I hate to impose."However, Caleb was her only option, there was no one else.Caleb just grinned, keeping his thoughts to himself. "What's your plan? That baby bump isn't going to stay hidden much longer."Madeline's voice was a whisper of worry. "If I have to, I'll lay low for a while."Trevon's stance was a mystery. If he refused to divorce, she would have to disappear until the baby arrived."Let me know if you need anything," Caleb offered, his concern genuine."Will do."Madeline headed for the door, then paused and swung back ar
Riley sat in the cafe, her face stormy with annoyance. They had said thirty minutes, but an hour had ticked by with no sign of Madeline.It seemed Madeline was not taking her seriously at all! Just as Riley's patience was wearing thin, in came Madeline, taking her sweet time."Finally!" Riley snapped, her composure shattered, her hand thudding on the table.Luckily, she had reserved the place, so their spat had no audience except for the barista, who peeked over from the counter, then quickly pretended to be engrossed in his work.Madeline took a seat across from him with a serene grace, setting her belongings on the floor with a soft thud. "Got caught in a bit of traffic, sorry about that," she said, her voice devoid of concern. Her face still bore the marks of yesterday's injury, swollen and tender to the eye.Riley let out a derisive snort, his eyes darting to the bag by her feet, stuffed to the brim. Clearly, those were fresh purchases. She had not been delayed by traffic, she