“Umm,” Ethan looked confused for a long moment, water still dripping from his hands onto the counter. Then he quietly said, "I just remembered something... that never happened to me." The words hung between them, heavy with confusion and a growing sense of unease.Now Scarlett became really worried, her brow furrowing as she turned off the tap and grabbed a towel to dry his hands for him.She searched his face, looking for any sign of distress. "Tell me exactly what you saw," she urged gently, leading him over to a stool at the kitchen island so he could sit. Her heart was beating faster, the protective instinct kicking in strong. She hated seeing him like this, vulnerable in ways that reminded her of everything he had already survived.Ethan sat down, still processing, and described the vision in detail, the young grandfather, the old man, the shadowed figure, the silent words.Scarlett listened closely, her hand never leaving his, rubbing his back in slow circles. "Do you think t

"Mr. Jerome Carvendish, please have a seat."The investigator's calm voice filled through the interrogation room as Jerome walked inside under the escort of two officers. His expression remained stern despite the prison uniform replacing the expensive suits he had worn all his life. He refused to lower his head, convinced that everything he had done had been for the sake of his family.He pulled out the metal chair and sat down without waiting to be told a second time."I hope this won't take long," Jerome said coldly. "I've already told your officers everything I know…. I don't understand why I'm being troubled again and again even though I've nothing to say anymore.” The investigator sat opposite him and opened a slim folder resting on the table."If you cooperate well, it will certainly make things easier," he replied calmly. "Unfortunately, after reviewing the evidence collected so far, we've realized there are still many questions that require your answers.” Jerome folded his a

"You know the answer to that question far better than I do, Mrs. Carvendish."The investigator's calm voice followed Hailey as she stood frozen beside the interrogation room door.For several seconds she remained motionless, her fingers tightening around the edge of her prison uniform as his words settled heavily inside her chest.Did Ethan wait three years for them to come? Did he spend nights believing someone would visit him? Did he look toward the prison gates hoping to see his family?Hailey didn't know, that was perhaps the most painful part of all.She had no answer.The guard gently opened the door wider. "Mrs. Carvendish, it's time to return to your cell."Hailey lowered her head and quietly walked out of the room.The journey back through the prison corridor felt longer than before.Every step echoed around her while memories she hadn't thought about in years slowly resurfaced.Young Ethan is waiting outside her office with a drawing in his hand… Teenage Ethan standing quiet

"What happened? Did those people threaten you? Frighten you?"Jerome's voice broke the silence the moment Sally and Jenny stepped back into the detention cell.Neither woman answered immediately.Sally quietly sat down on the edge of the narrow prison bed while Jenny leaned against the cold wall beside the window, her expression unreadable.Jerome frowned in irritation. "I'm talking to both of you…. What the hell happened during the interrogation?” Sally finally lifted her head. “Just like how they question you and mom about Ethan, same thing happened to us as well.” The cell suddenly became quieter.Hailey looked up immediately while Jerome's expression stiffened almost imperceptibly as he asked. "What did they ask you?"Sally lowered her gaze toward her hands."They didn't ask about prison or lawsuits or evidence… They asked what kind of person he was when he was young."Jerome became confused slightly. "And?"Sally let out a quiet breath."And somehow that turned out to be the mo

"Why would he expect someone else to find it first?" Scarlett asked quietly, her eyes instinctively moving toward the silent room around them.Ethan slowly shook his head while staring at the envelope in his hands."I don't know," he admitted honestly. "But if Grandfather really wanted me to find this, he could've left it inside his study openly or hidden it somewhere only I would understand. Instead, he hid it inside a secret compartment behind a bookshelf which is something I'm not aware of….”His gaze shifted toward the photograph once again."That feels less like leaving something for family and more like hiding something from enemies."Neither of them managed to say anything, and the atmosphere inside the hidden room had changed completely.Just moments ago, Scarlett had been treating this like the world's most exciting detective adventure.Now, the room felt heavier, and strange,cas if the walls themselves carried secrets they weren't ready to hear.Eventually Scarlett crossed h