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    Jarrod’s eyes widened. “Seriously?”


    He grabbed it eagerly, unlocked the screen, and began scrolling through the call logs and messages. Soon, his expression darkened.


    “This… this can’t be true. Maia was the one who arranged for my parents to go there…”


    Jarrod’s voice quivered, heavy with disbelief, as though the truth was something too painful to ept.


    The possibility that Maia was linked to his parents’ fall off the cliff struck him like a blow.


    “Jarrod, what’s the matter?” Rosanna tilted her head, pretending not to understand. She slipped the phone out of Jarrod’s hands to nce at the messages.


    Right then, the device buzzed, the screen flickered—and then went ck.


    “Oh no! It’s broken again!” Rosanna eximed, pressing the buttons frantically.


    No matter how she tried, the phone refused to respond.


    Jarrod quickly snatched it back and tried to revive it himself.


    But nothing worked. The screen stayed dark, and then thin wisps of white smoke began to rise from the casing.


    “Ah! It’s burning!” Jarrod yelped, dropping it to the floor where sparks crackled from the ruined phone.


    There was no denying it now—the phone was beyond repair.


    “How could this be?” Rosanna eximed, her face painted with disbelief. “My friend promised it was fixed. I’ll go look for him.”


    “Rosanna!” Jarrod stopped her, his voice strained. “That’s not necessary. I’ve already understood what was going on.”


    He slumped into a chair, his whole frame heavy with despair.


    With Maia refusing to answer his calls or appear in person, Jarrod’s mind reached a chilling conclusion.


    His parents’ fall hadn’t been an ident at all. It was deliberate—carefully orchestrated—and the person behind it was Maia.


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    The night before, he had felt ashamed for even suspecting her.


    But now, faced with what Jarrod believed was evidence, the thought weighed down on him like stone.


    “Rosanna, do you think Maia hates our Morgan family?” he asked quietly.


    Rosanna felt thrilled at the question, but she managed to keep her expression steady. “Why would you suddenly ask me something like that, Jarrod?”


    “I can’t shake this ugly feeling—sometimes I wonder if everything my parents and I have dely has been for nothing.” Jarrod turned away, a quiet ache in his eyes. His voice held the regret of someone who finally understood what mattered, but only when it was toote.


    “You want to know something?” He clenched his jaw, frustration rising. “Dad, Mom, and I have bent over backward trying to clear Maia’s name, desperate for her forgiveness. We’re haunted by what we did to her. Every single day, we hope she’lle back to the Morgan family—sometimes we’d do anything, swallow any pride, just to be forgiven. But look where that’s gotten us. Maia refuses to even acknowledge us. It’s like we don’t exist to her anymore.”


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