Chapter 1583:


    Lance had spent the past several days attempting to reach William, desperate for any information about Ste’s condition. Even if William refused to release her, Lance needed confirmation that she remained safe and unharmed. Yet William ignored every call, and even when Lance made the trip to Briggs Group headquarters personally, security turned him away without an audience. Hearing Ste’s voice tonight had caught himpletely unprepared.


    Sensing the worry in his tone, Ste quickly reassured him. “Lance, I’m physically fine. Marc started that fire deliberately. I’ll be direct — I need your help.”


    She walked him through Marc’s abduction, the injury that followed, and the miraculous return of her memories. Then she delivered the devastating truth — William’s disturbing behavior stemmed from deliberate memory maniption.


    Silence stretched across the line for several long moments, broken only by Lance’s breathing growing heavier and morebored. Ste could picture the shock coursing through him and granted him the silence to process it.


    Lance wrestled with the information for what felt like an eternity before his voice returned. “Ste, what do you need from me?” He knew her well enough — she wouldn’t risk contacting him without apelling reason. More than that, with her memories restored, whatever she needed must carry serious weight.


    “Lance, William’s suffering exceeds anything I’m experiencing. He’s trapped in a constant war against fabricated memories someone forced into his consciousness. Which means I need you to visit Nina on my behalf.”


    Nina’s name sent Lance’s expression plummeting into shadow, helplessness flooding his chest. “She’s reaping exactly what she sowed. I warned her repeatedly, but she refused to listen to reason.” He remembered their rtionship before Ste joined the Carter family — back then, he and Nina had genuinely cared for each other. She had been his beloved younger cousin, vibrant and capable. He couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment she had transformed into someone unrecognizable.


    Ste brushed away tears that had escaped without her permission and pressed forward with renewed determination. “Lance, none of us know what Arlo looks like. Nina’s the only person who’s seen his face — we need her to describe him.”


    Lance quickly grasped her meaning.


    Ste continued without pause. “You’re part of the Carter family and Nina’s rtive. You can request visitation under the guise of encouraging her to cooperate, to earn leniency through good behavior. The police might grant that. Lance, you’ve known Nina for over twenty years. If she refuses everyone else, you’re my only hope of reaching her.”


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    Ste understood the burden she was cing on Lance’s shoulders. Nina remained the cousin he had watched grow from childhood, and now Ste was asking him to face her through prison ss and somehow pull her back from the edge of self-destruction. But Ste had no other choice.


    Several more seconds of silence passed before Lance spoke, his words measured and deliberate. “I understand what needs to happen. Ste, stay at the vi and keep William in the dark. I’ll see Nina tomorrow.” He paused, resignation seeping into his tone. “Regardless of her crimes, she carries Carter blood. Even if prison bes her home, I refuse to watch herpound her mistakes.” This represented the only help he could offer Nina now.


    The weight in his words sent conflicting emotions churning through Ste. “Thank you, Lance.” Gratitude had be her most frequently spoken phrase these past days. Her eyes gleamed slightly as a different thought crossed her mind — once William recovered, she would absolutely make him repay all this umted debt with interest.


    The following afternoon, Lance’swyer negotiated sessfully with the authorities, securing him visitation rights as Nina’s family member.


    The detention center’s visiting room carried an atmosphere of suffocating bleakness. Lance sat waiting, his expression twisting into somethingplicated as guards escorted Nina through the door. Her hair hung in disheveled tangles, herplexion turned sallow and sick — nothing remained of her usual polished vibrancy. Cold metal handcuffs encircled her wrists, and exhaustion had carved itself into every line of her face. Clearly she had found little rest within these walls.


    They hadn’t told her who had requested the visit, so Lance’s presence sparked genuine surprise in her eyes before panic gradually overtook it. She wrestled her anxiety back down and made her way slowly to the chair across from him, lowering herself with deliberate care.


    She dragged the corner of her mouth upward into something resembling a mocking smile, her voice emerging rough and hoarse. “Did Ste send you? She wanted you to witness firsthand how miserable my existence has be behind bars?”


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