The Man Who Waited vs. The Man Who Wasted novel Chapter 386

For a working-class family, millions of dollars was more than enough to last a lifetime.

The truth of Arthur's death was neatly swept under the rug.

Eleanor Lowell, who had treasured Arthur more than anything, would never suspect that the powerful ally she constantly catered to was the very man who murdered her grandson.

Stepping out of the tea house, Jocelyn looked up at the sky.

A sliver of light was breaking through the heavy, overcast clouds.

The weather was finally clearing up.

Jocelyn had never wanted to go this far.

The situation was dangerously complex.

But Caleb had threatened her baby, and that crossed a line she could never forgive.

She had failed to protect her mother; if she couldn't even protect her unborn child now, she would truly be worthless.

Just the night before, she had considered telling Julian everything and asking for his protection.

But she ultimately changed her mind.

She had promised herself she would rely on her own strength to protect what mattered to her.

So, she had stayed awake all night.

Digging relentlessly until she finally secured the damning evidence right before meeting Caleb.

When she first uncovered the proof, she had sat in stunned silence for a long time.

It was her first real glimpse into the terrifying depths of human malice.

She hadn't realized a person could be so utterly cold-blooded, willing to sacrifice an innocent life just to protect their bottom line.

Jocelyn tightened her grip on the flash drive in her pocket.

It contained the video of Claire hitting Sylvia and then swapping seats with the driver.

With this footage, everything would change.

It was purely coincidental that someone had recorded the entire hit-and-run and the subsequent cover-up.

The bystander had recognized Claire as the Lowell heiress and mailed a copy of the video to the Lowell estate.

They had hoped to extort a massive payout.

Audrey had intercepted the package.

Out of curiosity, she watched the footage and was horrified.

The thought of him raging in that booth, on the verge of passing out from sheer anger, gave Jocelyn a grim sense of satisfaction.

She carefully tucked the flash drive deeper into her bag.

A sudden wave of sorrow washed over her.

She could finally get justice for her mother.

But Sylvia was never coming back.

Closing her eyes, Jocelyn tilted her head back and took several deep breaths of the fresh air, letting the suffocating grief slowly leave her chest.

But the moment she opened her eyes, the oppressive feeling rushed right back.

Adrian was striding toward her, his face dark, his gaze locked onto her as if terrified she would vanish into thin air.

She didn't run.

Where was there left to run?

Adrian closed the distance, his voice thick with suppressed rage.

"Don't even think about running away. I have no problem storming into your office to find you."