With a grave tone, Fernando delivered the devastating news.


    Stes been in a car ident, and Robin… Robin is dead.


    Matthews expression darkened with this revtion.


    He stood abruptly, his resolve firm as he headed to the hospital.


    On the way, his thoughts were turbulent, mirrored by the flurry of spection and usation swirling online.


    Many were quick to cast Ste as the viin in this tragedy.


    Fernando ryed more unsettling details.


    The roads surveince was down yesterday, and nothing odd showed up on Stes dashcam.


    The pen that killed Robin, it matches the one Ste had.


    And theres talk-they were arguing at the dealership just before all this went down. Matthew remained silent, his expression clouded by a mix of worry and disbelief.


    Ste, a murderer? The very idea seemed absurd.


    Yet, the shocking headline was impossible to ignore.


    At that moment, Sanford caught the news too.


    His water ss tumbled from his grasp and crashed to the floor, scattering shards everywhere.


    Den shed through his mind as a possible aplice, but confronting him now could only entangle things further.


    Checking on Ste was urgent.


    With no time to waste, Sanford made a beeline for the hospital.


    At the hospital, Matthew found Lindsay already there, her tears flowing freely.


    She was a wreck, choking out her words to Matthew through sobs.


    How could Ste do this? How could she be so cruel? Her voice was thick with pain and anger, her whole frame shaking from the stress. Matthews irritation flickered at the sight of her distress, but he kept his voice gentle, striving for calm.


    Lets take a breath.


    We dont have all the facts yet.


    Its too soon for any conclusions.


    His eyes stayed steady, radiating calm, hoping to anchor Lindsay back to rationality.


    But rationality was a ship long sailed for Lindsay.


    She stared back at him, her eyes alight with distress.


    Are you defending her? Stes the murderer! She went with a man to the club to face Robin and beat him up a few days ago.


    And now, this-nning her revenge.


    Lindsays usations flew sharp and fast, each word slicing through the tense air. Matthew knitted his brows, reying the faint trace of alcohol hed once caught on Ste.


    Now, Lindsays usations seemed to align with that memory, but he wasnt one to Leap to conclusions.


    Lets wait for the investigation to wrap up before pointing fingers, Matthew said, his voice steady and unyielding.


    We cant pin this on Ste just based on spection.


    His words left no wiggle room for argument.


    As much as Matthew wanted Fernando to escort Lindsay home, she stood her ground, shaking her head vehemently.


    Robin is still lying in the morgue, she dered, her tone sharp with determination.


    I wont rest until I get justice for him.


    Her steely gaze made it clear-nothing short of the truth would satisfy her.


    Matthew, feeling the tension coil tighter, could only urge Fernando to help soothe Lindsays fiery resolve.