?Chapter 251:


    She spun away in a rage, expecting the familiar script—her mother calling her back, coaxing, pleading. But nothing came.


    Instead, there was only the scrape of a chair being pushed back. “Fine,” Beatrice said, her voice quiet but final. “If that’s how you really feel, then stay here. I’ve done all I can.”


    Haley turned in disbelief. “What… What did you just say?”


    Beatrice didn’t look back. She was done.


    After all the sleepless nights, the desperate calls, the endless effort—this was her thanks? usations? Hatred? If Haley truly believed she didn’t deserve to be her mother… then she should find herself another.


    The sound of Beatrice’s footsteps faded down the hall until they vanishedpletely.


    Only then did the weight of it hit Haley. She spun around, panic overtaking her chest like a rush of cold water. Her mother really left?


    “No—Mom!” Haley cried out, mming her fists against the ss. “I didn’t mean it! I was wrong! Pleasee back! Mom!”


    Her voice echoed into the empty corridor. There was no answer. Only silence.


    A nearby officer, slightly more patient than the others, spoke up. “No use yelling. She’s gone.”


    Haley slowly sank onto the bench, her body slumped, her breath shallow. Her heart felt like it was sinking into something thick and unforgiving—like quicksand. The more she fought, the deeper she slipped. Was this it? Was there really no one left who could save her?


    No, there had to be someone who could help.


    When the evening meal was brought in, she made her move. She reached out quickly, grabbing the officer by the wrist. “Please,” she whispered hoarsely, desperation bleeding through every word. “Can you contact someone for me? Just one person. I won’t cause trouble—I swear. I just need to talk to them for a few minutes. That’s all.”


    The officer raised a brow, clearly unimpressed.


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    But she wasn’t under criminal sentence. She had rights.


    He sighed. “Who do you want to see?”


    Haley’s eyes darted around as she calcted, and though Marc’s name almost slipped out, she forced herself to blurt out someone else’s. “I need to see Jazlyn Walsh. I’ll give you her number—please, just let her visit me!”


    Jazlyn had always been tangled up in the same mess as her, so Haley was certain that when push came to shove, Jazlyn would step in and pull her out. Besides, the Walsh Group was teetering on the edge, and Haley was certain Jazlyn wouldn’t just stand by and watch Marc’spany implode.


    At Haley’s request, the police dialed Jazlyn’s number, and she agreed toe without much hesitation.


    By the next morning, Jazlyn swept into the police station, her chic handbag swinging at her side.


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