The Marcelo estate stood in complete silence beneath the fading evening sun. Unlike the Andreas residence, where worry had settled over every corridor, Don Marcelo's mansion carried a different kind of tension—one built not on grief, but on uncertainty. The study doors opened slowly. Harrera stepped inside. His father stood beside a floor-to-ceiling window, a glass of aged whiskey resting comfortably in one hand. Without turning around, Don Marcelo spoke. "You look terrible." Harrera shut the door behind him. "I haven't been sleeping." Marcelo gave a dry chuckle. "So I've heard." Only then did he turn to face his son. His sharp eyes swept over Harrera's face. The dark circles beneath his eyes. The unshaven jaw. The distant look that hadn't been there a month ago. For a long moment, Marcelo simply observed him before taking a slow sip of his drink. "So..." he said calmly, "...you're regretting it already." Harrera looked away. "I didn't say that."

The drive back to the Andreas estate was unusually quiet. Emiliano sat in the back seat of the black SUV, one elbow resting against the window as the city lights streaked past. His men, who were accustomed to his fiery temper and constant complaints, noticed the unusual silence but wisely chose not to interrupt. One of them, Javier, finally cleared his throat. "Boss..." Emiliano didn't look away from the window. "What?" "Do you believe him?" The question lingered inside the vehicle. Emiliano remained silent for several seconds before answering. "I don't know." Javier frowned. "You've never said those words before." A faint smirk crossed Emiliano's lips. "There's a first time for everything." The SUV rolled through a traffic light before Emiliano leaned forward slightly. "I looked him in the eyes. There was no fear. There was no panic. He looked... annoyed." Javier exchanged glances with another man. "That doesn't mean he's innocent." "I know," Emiliano repl

The ride back from the botanical garden was quieter than the ride there. Juliana leaned against the car window, watching the city blur past in streaks of gold and gray. The conversation with Harrera lingered in her mind. It had been... peaceful. There had been no arguments, no pressure, no attempts to convince her to move on from Andrew. For the first time in weeks, someone had simply listened. She didn't realize that, somewhere else in the city, another person was replaying the very same meeting from an entirely different perspective. Harrera sat alone in his car after watching Juliana's vehicle disappear into traffic. His driver had asked twice whether they should return to the estate. Harrera hadn't answered. He remained seated, one arm resting against the window, his thoughts refusing to leave the image of Juliana standing on the wooden bridge beneath the afternoon sun. A slow smile found its way onto his face. Not the confident smile people associated with the M

Unfortunately, in Riverage City, the Miltons were about to face another hassle. Jackson Milton never imagined that the loud knock on his penthouse door would be the sound that marked the end of his freedom. It wasn't a warning. It wasn't an invitation to negotiate. It was judgment. The heavy doors burst open as dozens of officers flooded the residence, dressed in tactical gear, their voices sharp and commanding. "Jackson Milton! Federal Financial Crimes Division! Get on your knees!" The color drained from Jackson's face. For the first time in years, the man who had threatened businessmen, bribed officials, and orchestrated countless illegal dealings stood frozen. He looked toward the hallway. There was nowhere to run. Every exit had already been secured. His security personnel had been disarmed before they could even reach their weapons. Outside, dozens of police vehicles lined the estate while helicopters hovered overhead. The media had already arrived.

The following morning arrived with renewed determination inside the Andreas estate. For the first time in several days, Juliana woke before sunrise. It surprised even her. She stood by her bedroom window, watching the golden rays gradually spill over the gardens below. The ache in her heart remained, but it no longer paralyzed her. She had cried enough. Now... she wanted answers. After dressing, she picked up Andrew's phone from her bedside table, slipped it into her handbag, and headed downstairs. The dining room was unusually lively. Raphael was already seated with a newspaper folded beside his untouched breakfast, while Emiliano lazily stirred his coffee, looking as though he'd barely slept. The moment Juliana entered, both brothers instinctively looked up. Raphael noticed it first. "You actually slept." She nodded with a faint smile. "A little." Emiliano leaned back in his chair. "That's progress." Juliana sat beside them. "I'm still going to find