**Enhanced Trantion:**


    Jay''s cool demeanor fell apart like a shattered mirror as he finished reading the document in his hands.


    That morning, when he heard that Leo''s condition was still touch-and-go, a secret thrill had surged through him. Finally, his chance wasing.


    But just hourster, the news hit him like a ton of bricks: Leo''s car ident was linked to his brother, and the evidence was solid as a rock.


    Even though he hadn''t done anything, everyone knew about the bad blood between him and Leo. Naturally, they''d all think he was the mastermind behind his brother''s actions.


    With the evidence and parking lot CCTV footage staring him in the face, any hope of turning things around vanished. It wasn''t just his brother in deep trouble; he might be looking at legal consequences himself.


    "I was going to call the cops right away," Collins broke the silence, "but considering your tough situation, I decided to give your brother a chance toe clean. He should turn himself in. You know the drill-confess and things go easier."


    Jay''s fingers curled into a fist at those words. Thoughts raced through his mind before he bit his lip, looked Collins dead in the eye, and said firmly, "No, my brother didn''t do this."


    The evidence might be thorough, but it didn''t directly tie his brother to Leo''s crash. The parking lot footage didn''t even show his brother''s face.


    Without a clear visual and other concrete evidence, there was still a glimmer of hope for his brother.


    Seeing Jay''s outright denial, Collins''s face darkened. "Think it through, Jay. Turning yourself in is one thing, but having the copse knocking is a whole different ballgame. Don''t throw this chance away."


    Jay stood up, flinging the documents onto the nearby coffee table. "Let the copse. I trust my brother. Anyone with some tech skills could fake that video-it''s worthless. Juztin''s delusional state caused his own crash, and now he''s trying to me someone else? Ridiculous!"


    Collins let out a frustratedugh, pressing his fingers to his temples. "Fine, have it your way. I won''t try to convince you anymore. I''m going to report this to the authorities."


    Jay clenched his fist and tightened his lips. "Do what you need to. I''ve got training to get to. If there''s nothing else, I''m out."


    As Collins watched him leave, Zach''s parting words from thew firm echoed in his mind, ''Time is of the essence,'' hinting at something deeper. He called out onest warning, "You do realize Juztin''s brother is a top-notchwyer, right? If you..."


    "So what? Thew isn''t made just for him. I believe in justice, and I''m not scared!" Jay interrupted, his voice icy. Without waiting for a reply, he walked out with a determined stride.


    Collins shook his head in disdain. If someone is set on self-destruction, he thought, no one else is to me.


    Once out of the office, Jay headed to the restroom, leaning against the door as his legs turned to jelly.


    After a moment to steady his trembling hands, he pulled out his phone and dialed Emerson''s number.


    Despite his firm denial in front of Collins, he''d already made a decision deep down.


    The phone rang and rang, but no one answered. Jay called again and again, still no answer.


    Hanging up, Jay felt a wave of frustration. He then scrolled through his contacts to find his brother''s colleague and made another call.


    It''ste, and there''s always tomorrow to catch up on the rest of the story.