Chapter 561

Chapter 560:

“Carmen, stop!” Jocelyn stepped forward, her voice urgent. “You are acting on pure emotion. If you go kicking down doors right now, you will spook them — and they will destroy the evidence p>

“I don’t care about evidence for a court!” Carmen’s voice broke into a cry, tears of absolute fury streaming down her face. “That was my mother. She died in the freezing rain, and my family buried the truth to protect themselves. I want answers — not a lawsuit p>

She shoved her arms into her coat and grabbed her keys from the console table.

“Where are you going?” Jocelyn demanded, panic rising in her chest.

“We are going to see my cousin Ferris,” Carmen said, her gaze cutting to Justin. The “we” was unspoken but absolute.

𝘛𝗁𝗲 𝗯еs𝘁 𝗋еa𝘥𝘪ոg е𝗑р𝘦𝗿іe𝗇ce 𝗼𝗇 ѕ.𝘤𝗈𝗺

Justin stood, his expression grim. “Jocelyn is right — it’s a risk,” he said to Carmen. “But he won’t be expecting both of us.” He glanced back at Jocelyn. “We won’t be asking questions. We’ll be making a demand p>

He reached for his own coat, his movements decisive.

Carmen yanked the front door open.

“Carmen — Justin, please!” Jocelyn’s voice was a plea.

They didn’t look back. They stepped out into the hallway together — a unified force of anger and purpose — leaving Jocelyn standing alone in the apartment, knowing full well they were walking straight into a devastating storm.

Carmen and Justin rode the elevator up to Ferris Golden’s luxury high-rise in Midtown in complete silence. The air in the small space was thick with shared purpose. The crumpled medical report felt like a weapon in Carmen’s coat pocket.

They reached his floor, and Carmen hammered her fist against his heavy mahogany door.

A minute later, it swung open.

Ferris stood there in a casual cashmere sweater, holding a cup of coffee. His arrogant, relaxed expression vanished the moment he saw the murderous look on Carmen’s face and the cold, unyielding presence of Justin Collins standing beside her.

“Carmen? Justin?” Ferris stammered, taking a cautious step back. “What are you doing here p>

They didn’t say a word. They moved as one, stepping past him and forcing their way into his expensive, minimalist living room.

Carmen reached into her pocket, pulled out the crumpled medical report, and threw it hard onto his glass coffee table. The papers skidded across the surface.

“Explain it,” Carmen snarled, her voice shaking with raw, unadulterated rage.

Ferris looked down at the papers. He saw the official seal of the medical examiner, and the color drained instantly from his face. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard.

“Where did you get this?” he asked quietly.

“It doesn’t matter where we got it!” Carmen screamed. The sound tore from her throat and echoed off the high ceilings. “You lied to us! You said she died in the crash! She fell off a bridge, Ferris! Why? What were you all so afraid of that you had to bury her memory under a lie p>