The Day I Stopped Waiting Was the Day He Started Begging novel Chapter 128

"Why the hell are you going there?"

Sloane raised an eyebrow as they both slid into the car.

"I need concrete evidence to prove Piper acted in self-defense, and I know someone in the Lane household has answers."

"Have you forgotten who Piper's mother was to them? Her own father has treated her like garbage her entire life. Going in there is just asking to get a door slammed in your face. Isn't there another angle?"

A bitter resignation filled Madeline's eyes.

She knew the reality all too well.

If Piper hadn't been backed into a corner with her life on the line, Madeline would never subject herself to these people.

Through years of brutal conflict with the Lane family, Piper had never once bowed her head.

But right now, pride was completely useless. Survival was the only thing that mattered.

What good was pride when she was rotting in a cell, stripped of her freedom and any hope of a future?

"If there were any other way, I wouldn't be doing this. But a one percent chance is better than zero."

Seeing the unwavering resolve in Madeline's eyes, Sloane knew it was pointless to argue.

Half an hour later.

Madeline stood before the sprawling wrought-iron gates of the Lane estate. She relayed her request to the intercom, asking for a moment of Mr. Lane's time.

The staff curtly told her to wait outside.

Minutes later, Lawrence marched down the driveway.

He looked exactly as she remembered—a rigid man in his early forties—staring at her with absolute hostility.

"Ms. Monroe, I assume you're here begging on behalf of that ungrateful disgrace of a daughter?"

"Since you already know why I'm here, Lawrence, I won't waste your time. No matter how you spin this, Piper is your flesh and blood."

"I'm not asking you to bankroll her legal defense, or even pretend to care."

"I only want ten minutes to ask you about the specific details of her marriage."

"Aren't you a bit too old to be this naive, Ms. Monroe?"

Lawrence offered a vicious, blood-curdling sneer.