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    “Yes, Maia?” Siena answered. “What’s going on? That young man hasn’t said a word. Stubborn as a rock.”


    “You can stop the interrogation,” Maia said quietly, her eyes glinting with calcted intent. “If they won’t talk, let them go.”


    “Let them go?” Siena repeated, clearly confused.


    “Yes. Release them.” A faint sneer touched Maia’s lips as she nced toward the forest outside. “Only then can we track where they run — and that will lead us straight to Chris.” She paused before adding, “Besides, since this force exists to protect me, it may prove useful in the future.”


    Deep within the slums of Wront, inside an abandoned basement soaked in dampness and rot, the air was thick with the stench of mold.


    “Ouch…” Jarrod leaned against a wet, crumbling wall, using the dim glow of his phone to examine a long gash on his arm. The injury hade from the barbed wire atop the Nelson family vi’s perimeter wall, which had torn through his skin. Blood had soaked through his sleeve.


    “Damn it,” he muttered through clenched teeth, fury burning in his eyes.


    His revenge had failedpletely. He hadn’t even caught sight of Rosanna before the sudden arrival of the police forced him to flee like a criminal.


    “Who the hell called the cops?” he muttered, confusion mixing with rage. He unlocked his phone and opened the news app.


    The moment the screen loaded, a red alert dominated the disy.


    Breaking News: Axell Nelson, head of the Nelson family, was brutally murdered at his residencest night. The suspect fled the scene by scaling a wall. Police have confirmed the suspect’s identity as Jarrod Morgan, a fugitive from the Morgan family.


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    Jarrod froze. The words blurred before his eyes as his grip loosened, his phone nearly slipping from his hand.


    Axell was dead. And the timing —st night.


    In an instant, everything clicked into ce.


    “So Rosanna killed Axell… and I was made the scapegoat,” Jarrod said — and then burst intoughter. The sound echoed through the empty basement, hollow and unhinged. “Well yed,” he said betweenughs, his voice sharp with bitterness. “Truly impressive tactics, my dear younger sister. You did a fine job.”


    It all made sense now. The police must have suspected Rosanna at first. But with himbeled as the suspect who had escaped over the wall, every trace of suspicion had been wiped clean from her hands.


    “Rosanna Morgan!” Jarrod roared, mming his fist into the wall until his knuckles split. Being used like this hurt far more than death ever could.


    Meanwhile, in the interrogation room of the police station, Rosanna remained seated in a chair, her head swathed inyers of thick bandages that concealed everything except her reddened, swollen eyes.


    The moment the officer revealed that the identified suspect was her biological brother, Jarrod, Rosanna let her lips curve beneath the gauze — a hidden, twisted smile blooming as secret satisfaction surged through her chest.


    Luck had chosen her without reservation. Who could have imagined that the fool who had slipped out of the Nelson vi would turn out to be Jarrod of all people? It felt less like coincidence and more like a gift delivered neatly into her hands. Before this, she had only managed to dispose of Richard and Sandra while searching in vain for an opening to deal with her useless older brother. Now the scales had tippedpletely, with Jarrod cornered, exposed, and conveniently cast in the role of her shield.


    “How could this happen… how could it be Jarrod…” In an instant, Rosanna transformed into a picture of devastation, tears spilling freely as she faced the officer, her voice trembling. “Officer, these past few days I felt eyes on me — someone lurking, watching my every move. Jarrod has always resented me and Axell. He med us for failing to save our parents, and that hatred never faded. He even issued threats against the Nelson family before, swearing we would all pay one day. I never expected he would actually target my husband. My poor Axell… he did not deserve this. This is all because of me. I dragged him into my family’s trouble.”


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