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    “And honestly,” Ethan went on, “we crossed a line. Hamilton was right—business is one thing, but killing people? We went too far. If Dani wants us to answer for it, then we probably deserve whatever’sing.”


    A deep furrow appeared between Brad’s brows.


    Ethan continued, “I’m not about to risk my neck. Josh? He’s nothing but a reckless brat, rotten from Dad’s favoritism. I’m done listening to him.” Before leaving, Ethan paused beside Brad, lowering his tone. “Don’t let him drag you down, either. Dani isn’t someone you want to cross—she’ll make you pay for it.”


    Without another word, Ethan strode straight to Dani, determination stiffening his shoulders.


    He looked her in the eye, his tone stripped of pretense. “We did wrong back then. I’ll write a confession, take whatever sentence you want—prison, anything. All I ask is you leave my family out of it. And I want back the shares I put in, nothing more.”


    Dani’s gaze lingered on Ethan, weighing the sincerity in his voice.


    “Understood,” she replied coolly.


    Ethan nced at Hamilton and quietly asked, “So… do we have a deal?”


    Hamilton tilted his head and breathed, “Yes.”


    A heavy weight slipped from Ethan’s chest. Harboring grudges only dragged a person further into darkness—he’d had enough of that.


    He set to work, penning a careful confession addressed to Dani.<fn874e> The rightful source is find{n}ovel</fn874e>


    Moments before Dani could take the confession, Brad swung the door wide and entered, echoing Ethan’s exact sentiment.


    “That was on us—our family’s mistake. Dani, I hope you’ll be gracious enough to let this go.”


    His words echoed Ethan’s, yet the tone behind them wasyered—less an apology, more a plea, tangled with old pride and regret.


    A flicker of sharp amusement danced in Dani’s eyes as she turned her gaze on Brad. “Is that so?”


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    Brad responded with an eager nod, forcing a smile. “From now on, we’ll all get along—just one big, happy family.”


    Ethan interjected, “Brad, I’ve already written my confession. Want to join me? Lay out the whole mess—what happened, how it started, and how it ended. Might as well leave a paper trail.”


    The moment Ethan’s wordsnded, Brad stiffened. For an instant, annoyance shed across his face as he darted a look toward the far wall, jaw clenched. Then, pasting on a grin, he replied, “You’re right, I should. But I banged up my elbow earlier—it’s killing me. Let me patch myself up first. Once I’m feeling better, I’ll put together a real confession. Dani, you have my word.”


    Ethan, reputed for his blunt honesty, remarked, “Rx, Brad, I’ll write a confession for you. I’ve just finished one and know how to write it. Just attach your signature and fingerprint; then it’s officially valid.”


    While he spoke, he grabbed a sheet of paper and began writing.


    Midway, he noted, “People should own up to what they’ve done. Dani, please rest assured—I’ll write everything down. Whatever actions you decide to take against us, we’re prepared for it.”


    Brad absorbed it all, his face increasingly shadowed.


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