When They Beg I Rise (Lemira) novel Chapter 806

After hearing this, Mrs. Amanda could only let out a heavy sigh of resignation.

Yes, the events of the past really were an endless cycle.

Whether or not Mrs. Amelia had acted intentionally, the fact remained that Lemira's parents were dead—and the Sinclairs, as the ones behind it all, would inevitably have to bear legal responsibility.

Suddenly, Mrs. Amanda felt a wave of gloom.

She couldn't imagine her closest friend ending up in prison. But she also couldn't accept Orion's claim that Mrs. Amelia had deliberately arranged for him to be in that car. That was simply impossible.

There must be some misunderstanding.

Orion pressed his lips into a thin, cold line. "Mom, I'll get to the bottom of this myself. Mrs. Amelia won't be harmed—not by me. After all, it's the law that will judge her."

"But I don't believe she did it on purpose," Mrs. Amanda insisted.

She wanted to say more, but when she met Orion’s icy gaze, the words caught in her throat.

Getting to her feet, Mrs. Amanda said, "You have at most three days. Let her go, or I will go to Lemira myself and explain everything."

Orion frowned as he watched Mrs. Amanda walk away. He rubbed his temples. Only three days left?

That meant he needed to hurry. If he could find Evelina's father, everything would fall into place.

Turning to his assistant, Orion ordered, "Set things up at the casino. We have to draw him out."

After all, a gambler can't resist the lure for long.

Since there were only three days left, and since their in-person efforts hadn't yielded anything, he'd just have to set a trap online.

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Meanwhile, Lemira headed straight back to the Langston estate.

She needed to find a way to get Evelina to point out who Hale really was. But she had to think it through—she couldn't let the “two-faced” girl deceive her with lies.

When Lemira arrived at the house, she noticed a baby stroller in the foyer, surrounded by all kinds of baby goods.

Delighted that Lemira didn’t push back, Evelina beamed. “Oh, nothing big. Just this villa will do. Since I’m carrying the Langston heir, if your parents were still alive, they’d be thrilled to pass it on.”

"That's right. This villa was left to us by Mom and Dad. It should go to my son—carry on the Langston legacy for generations to come. Why would you, a woman, need it anyway?"

Evander clearly agreed that the house should be left to his own son.

Listening to this absurd conversation, Lemira simply lifted her gaze and fixed Evelina with a stare. "Before you start making demands, maybe you should make good on that apology you owe me from this morning?"

She had already told the butler to watch for exactly this.

Sure enough, while Lemira had been out, Evelina had faked feeling unwell and skipped the apology.

Evelina’s face darkened in anger. Through gritted teeth, she snapped, "I already did it this morning!"

"Oh? Then do you dare to swear on it? Swear that if you didn’t, you’ll live in poverty forever and never know peace?"

Infuriated, Evelina screamed, clutching her stomach. "Evander, my stomach hurts!"