David was dead, and to be honest, Hans hadn’t wanted to keep digging any further.
But then there was Mary, treating everyone around her like fools.
She knew everything—had known all along—yet still played the innocent.
“Money laundering?” The elderly Mrs. Cooper had never heard a word about this before. Her shock was so great it eclipsed even her grief.
Martin couldn’t believe it either. Mary had always seemed so gentle and frail—who would have thought she’d secretly used the company to launder money?
If anyone found out, the entire Cooper family would be dragged down with her.
Thank goodness they’d uncovered it in time; that was the only reason the family had survived this intact.
But after being discovered, Mary didn’t show a hint of remorse. Instead, she’d incited David to turn on them.
Martin felt like crying. Hans had suffered enough already.
And what had he done as a father? Nothing. Useless.
Mary stared at the stack of documents Hans had thrown down in front of her, panic overtaking her face. “Hans, you’re framing me! This is a setup!”
Hans shook his head. “Mary, whether these are real or not, the police will find out soon enough.”
Mary’s legs buckled and she crumpled to the floor, her face ashen. “You called the police? I’m your—” She broke off, fear silencing her. If Hans had been able to get rid of David, what would stop him from sacrificing her too?
Her expression twisted in desperation. “Hans, if I get taken in by the police, the Cooper family will go down with me. You can’t escape this.”
The elderly Mrs. Cooper’s disappointment was palpable. “You still want to drag the family down with you? How could you…”
Hans gave his grandmother a reassuring look. “I’d like to see how exactly you plan to take us down with you.” He wouldn’t have confronted Mary unless he’d already made the proper arrangements.
Mary collapsed in defeat. Moments later, the police arrived and took her away.
The ordeal had visibly aged Mrs. Cooper. Nora gently supported the old woman as she made her way back upstairs.
Once Payne had swallowed his medicine and gone off to play, she spoke quietly to Martin, “You’re only saying that because it didn’t happen to you. Put yourself in Hans’s shoes for a second—finding out your own parents were killed by David… Can you imagine the pain?”
“Maybe he was harsh. But if he hadn’t been, how would he have survived? If he couldn’t be ruthless, how would he protect his sister?”
Martin understood, even if it still hurt.
Both his older brothers were gone now.
Shirley wrapped her arms around him. “Martin, all we can do is live our own lives as best we can.”
He nodded. He knew she was right.
Nora stayed by the old lady’s side all night. When Mrs. Cooper finally woke, Nora let out a sigh of relief. “Grandma.”
The old woman blinked in surprise. “You stayed with me all night? Silly girl—you’re still pregnant, you can’t be wearing yourself out like this. Go and get some rest.”
Nora smiled. She could tell Mrs. Cooper was exhausted in spirit, but her voice was strong; she’d be all right.

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