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    Outside the police station, the afternoon sun zed overhead. Lance tilted his face toward the sky and released a long, weary breath. Nina had revealed everything she knew, and that did lighten his burden somewhat. Yet when he thought about her uncertain future, happiness eluded him entirely.


    Both Ste and Nina belonged to the Carter family, and he had always viewed Nina as another younger sister. He had never yed favorites, never imed to prefer one over the other. Nina had simply acted too impulsively, too recklessly, and now she faced the consequences. He hoped she would find a way to rebuild herself behind bars.


    Lance pulled out his phone and typed an encrypted message to Ste: “Nina told the police everything she knows.” The message went through. He tightened his grip on the phone, slid into his car, and drove away from the station.


    Meanwhile, Ste felt a flicker of relief when the message arrived. Her intuition had been right all along — deep down, Nina still cherished their family bond.


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    News of Marc and Nina’s arrests swept through Choria’s elite circles like wildfire. High society looked on in stunned fascination, already hungry for fresh scandal, and online chatter exploded shortly after.


    Jazlyn read every word.


    Since Marc had sent her abroad, a heavy gloom had followed her everywhere. After Livia’s attempt failed, Jazlyn cut off all contact with her — ignoring call after call before blocking her without hesitation. Several days passed overseas with no word from Marc, and unease slowly tightened around her heart. She tried calling him herself, gripping her phone as it rang unanswered. Remembering that Nina had arranged her current lodging, she reached out to Nina next. The silence persisted.


    That was when true panic set in. The moment she opened social media, headlines about her son’s arrest mmed into her vision. Her sight blurred, and she nearly copsed where she stood.


    “This has to be wrong. Marc would never end up like this.”


    Jazlyn crumpled onto the hotel room carpet, sobs breaking free as tears soaked her face. She had always understood that Marc could never rival William, and she had known those reckless schemes were destined to fail. What she never expected was that the price would be prison — a sentence that could steal his entire future. To her, it felt no different from losing her son altogether.


    The thought of Marc isted and defenseless in Choria tore at her chest. She booked the first avable flight back without a moment’s hesitation, avoiding the vi Marc had purchased for her — reporters already surrounded it, waiting to dig up more disgrace.


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