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    Both Brady and Denver stiffened. Something was off.


    “Ah!” Hadley suddenly winced, squeezing her head between trembling hands. “You don’t believe me! No one ever does!” This wasn’t the first time.


    Years ago, Linda had fallen down the stairs and lost the baby she was carrying.


    Only Hadley and Linda had been there. No evidence. No witnesses.


    Just like now.


    No one believed her back then.


    The Flynn family hadn’t turned her in, but they had sent her away—to the. Four years of istion. It had felt like prison.


    “Hadley,” Brady said, clearly shaken. “Don’t be afraid. I’ll talk to my family. I won’t let anything happen to you.”


    Denver nodded. “Cristian’s defending you. Everything will be okay.”


    Suddenly, Hadley looked up sharply, her eyes rimmed with red. “When can I leave? Joy’s waiting for me!”


    Brady and Denver exchanged uneasy nces.


    Her face went pale. She gave a hollowugh. “I can’t leave, can I? No one believes me. No one ever does…”


    Both men fell silent, clearly concerned by her state.


    Cristian, sitting nearby, spoke up. “Miss Pearson,” he said, his tone serious. “Given the circumstances, the police can hold you for up to 48 hours.”


    Hadley’s palms were slick with sweat. “48 hours?”


    Cristian nodded. “After that, I’ll arrange bail.”


    Just then, his phone rang. It was Eric.


    “Excuse me, I need to take this,” Cristian said. When he opened the door, Eric stood outside, rigid, his eyes shadowed with worry.


    “You’re here,” Cristian said quietly.


    Eric gave a tense nod. “Yeah.”


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    He nced at Cristian with a grim expression. “Can’t even handle this simple case, Mr. Lawyer? Some reputation.”


    Cristian let out a shortugh. He knew Eric’s barbs were born of fear.


    “Right now, both sides are holding firm,” he exined. “The apartment building’s an old one—the stairwell cameras were broken. There’s no clear evidence to prove Hadley didn’t push her.”


    Eric scoffed. “So that proves she did?”


    “No,” Cristian said. “But itplicates everything. Astrid’s still in the hospital, and she refuses to settle. Thew leans toward the vulnerable.” In other words, no money would make this go away. And getting Hadley released wouldn’t be easy.


    “Probably have to go to court.” Cristian frowned. “And honestly, I’m not sure Hadley’s strong enough to handle a trial.”


    He nced at Eric. “Visiting hours are almost over. Do you want to see her?”


    Eric looked through the narrow window in the door, but then shook his head. “No.”


    He’d promised never to disturb her again.


    Cristian didn’t push. “Alright. I’ll handle the rest.”


    “Okay,” Eric murmured, eyes still locked on the figure inside.


    Forty-eight hours.


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