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    Every breath was a struggle, his heart squeezed so tightly that he wondered if it might stop beating altogether.


    He spilled out in broken noises — raspy breaths, guttural howls, and chest-deep cries that rattled the car.


    “Now you understand, don’t you?” Richard’s voice cut through the air, devoid of any warmth. “It was Rosanna who destroyed the Morgan family.”


    rm filled Sandra’s eyes as she watched Jarrod unravel. She hurried tofort him, her hand gentle on his back.


    Pain like this — she understood it all too well. Truth sometimes cut deeper than any de.


    A long, sorrowful pause settled over the car. Sandra broke the silence with a sigh heavy with resignation.


    “We’ve given Rosanna all the chances we could. At least now she has somewhere else to go. She’s not part of this family anymore, Jarrod. Let her go.”


    Silence sank over the car, pressing into every corner.


    Not a single word escaped Jarrod this time. His silence hung in the air, quietly giving his answer.


    A moment passed before Richard broke it, his voice a measured hush.


    “There’s something else you should know. Back when we were drowning in debt, when the Morgans were close to losing everything, someone stepped in. An anonymous investor, working through another business, saved us from disaster.”


    Pain flickered across his face as he continued.


    “That person — the one who saved us — was Maia.”


    Shock rippled through Jarrod. His eyes went wide and his lips parted, but not a sound came out.


    Richard sighed, shaking his head.


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    “Maia poured her heart into this family. And how did we repay her? We drove her out, pushed her away without a second thought.”


    Each word seemed heavier than thest. Richard squeezed his hands into tight fists, closing his eyes as if the truth itself was too much to bear. Tears threatened in Sandra’s eyes, her pain matching Richard’s regret.


    With a deep breath, Richard forced his eyes open, his expression hardening with new resolve.


    “Maia never stopped caring about us. Even behind bars, she thought of the Morgans. If Rosanna hadn’t twisted everything, Maia would havee home after her release. That’s why we owe it to her — to do whatever it takes to bring her back.”


    Turning to his son, Richard said, his voice growing firm.


    “Jarrod, it’s time for you to make things right. We need you to persuade Maia and bring her back.”


    Right then, regret swallowed Jarrod whole, and there wasn’t a single thought in his head on how to climb out of it.


    The moment Richard spoke, he nodded with force, his words rushed and trembling.


    “Dad, Mom, we need to see Maia and offer our most sincere apology. Let’s go now.”


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