Chapter 340
Chapter 340:
Suddenly, Skye’s phone rang. The sound was jarring in the silence of the tomb.
She looked at the screen. Secretary Lee.
She answered. “What is it p>
“Ms. Sterling… it’s Mr. Kensington,” Lee sounded panicked, breathless.
“What about him?” Skye asked, wiping her eyes.
“He checked himself out of the hospital against medical advice. He collapsed in the lobby of the police station p>
Skye frowned. “To turn himself in p>
“Yes. But not just for the fraud.” Lee was crying now. “He’s handing over the Kensington hard drives to the FBI. He’s claiming he stabbed himself to frame Alistair, and he’s taking full responsibility for the laundering scheme. He’s trying to take the fall for his father… and for everyone p>
Skye lowered the phone.
“Liam knows,” she whispered.
“Knows what?” Alistair asked.
“He suspects the extent of it. He’s trying to be a martyr p>
Skye grabbed the ledgers and shoved them into her bag.
“We have to stop him,” she said, running toward the door.
“Why?” Alistair asked, following her. “Let him burn p>
“Because if he hands over those drives without this ledger, the investigation will close with him!” Skye shouted as they burst into the sunlight. “The prosecution will cut a deal, seal the records, and the investigation will stop at the Kensington CEO. The real architects—the ones who actually ordered the hits—they’ll walk free because Liam gave the Feds an easy win! He thinks he’s saving me, but he’s letting the real monsters escape p>
She jumped into the car.
“Drive, Alistair! To the precinct p>
Skye stared out the window as the car roared to life. Liam was trying to write his own ending. He was trying to be the hero in a story where he had been the villain.
𝖸𝗼𝘂r 𝘯ex𝘁 𝘳ea𝗱 𝘪𝘴 𝘰ո 𝘣𝖾.𝗰𝗼𝗺
But Skye wasn’t going to let him die a martyr. She was going to make sure everyone—absolutely everyone—paid the price.
The sedan’s engine roared as Alistair floored the gas, tires screeching against the asphalt as they sped away from the Sterling Tomb. Skye clutched the heavy leather bag to her chest, her heart pounding in time with the revving motor. She didn’t look back at the mausoleum; her eyes stayed fixed on the road ahead, burning with cold, calculated focus.
“You’re sure about this?” Alistair asked, his voice rough as he navigated the sharp turns leading out of the cemetery. He glanced at her in the rearview mirror, hands gripping the steering wheel with white-knuckled intensity. “Once we play this card, there’s no going back. Liam is trying to fall on his sword. If we intervene, we destroy him completely p>
“He isn’t falling on his sword, Alistair. He’s trying to bury the truth along with himself,” Skye replied, pulling her phone from her pocket. She tapped the screen, attaching the audio file recorded in the prison visitation room. “Arthur’s confession needs to be heard. Not just by the police, but by everyone. I’m not letting Liam control the narrative p>
She hit send. The progress bar filled instantly.
Recipients: The City Chronicle, Channel 5 News, and the District Attorney’s personal tip line.
“It’s done,” Skye whispered.