As they arrived at the station, Detective George led them to a secure room where the evidence was stored. "Hold on, Mr. Charlie," he said, his hand reaching for the key in his pocket. He inserted it into the padlock, and the door creaked open. With gloved hands, he carefully retrieved a small box from the shelf, his movements precise and deliberate.He approached the table, the box held gingerly in his hand, and opened the lid with a gentle touch. Inside, a broken bracelet lay on a soft cloth, its fragments gleaming in the fluorescent light. Detective George's eyes met Charlie's, his expression serious. "This is the broken bracelet," he said, his voice low and measured.Charlie's eyes narrowed as he took a closer look, his mind processing the significance of the evidence. The bracelet's broken links seemed to tell a story, a tale of force and violence. He could almost imagine the scene - the struggle, the fear, the desperate attempt to break free. His gaze lingered on the bracelet, hi

Charlie's eyes widened in disbelief, his face red with anger. "How was that possible? How did he find out so quick?" he demanded, his voice rising.Leo chuckled, a sly grin spreading across his face. "I think one of the thugs consulted him quickly, and now he's nowhere to be found. Everybody's asking questions, and the Thompsons are getting a bad name all over social media."Charlie's eyes nearly popped out of his head in shock. He took off like a shot, rushing outside without another word.Alice's face was etched with worry, her eyes darting back and forth between Leo and Charlie's retreating figure. "He needs me right now, I want to be there for him. We started this together, and we'll end it together," she said, her voice firm and determined.Leo's expression turned serious, his eyes locked onto Alice's. "Alice, I know you're worried, but you have to calm down. Remember your child," he said, his voice soft and soothing.But Alice was resolute, her mind made up. She followed Charlie

The scene unfolded with a sense of redemption and forgiveness. Charlie's gentle encouragement helped Alice to her feet, while Fiona enveloped her in a warm embrace. Tears streamed down their faces as they clung to each other, sharing a moment of catharsis.Fiona's words were a balm to Alice's soul, absolving her of guilt and self-blame. "You don't have to blame yourself. If I had listened to what Charlie told me at my gallery that day, we wouldn't be here." The sincerity in her voice was palpable, and Alice's sobs subsided as she drew strength from her Fiona's words.As they hugged, Mrs. Thompson approached them, her eyes brimming with tears. She wrapped her arms around both women, holding them close. "I am sorry for neglecting you, my daughters," she whispered, her voice trembling with regret. Mr. Thompson's apology was a poignant addition to the emotional reunion. His voice was laced with remorse, his words dripping with sincerity. "I am sorry for everything, for disowning you, Cha

Mrs. Thompson placed a comforting hand on Charlie's back, her voice laced with concern. "What's the issue, again?" she asked, her eyes fixed on him.Charlie's response sent a shockwave through the room. "Detective George said someone else might be connected to Grandpa's murder, but he's not quite sure," he revealed, his words hanging in the air like a challenge.The room fell silent, with all eyes fixed on Charlie. Everyone's faces reflected their shock and disbelief, their minds struggling to process this new information. Leo's voice broke the silence, laced with frustration. "This is getting really complicated, and I'm not even sure where this is heading," he said, his eyes darting around the room as if searching for answers.The tension in the air was palpable, like a thick fog that refused to lift. The family's dynamics had shifted, with secrets and suspicions hanging precariously in the balance. The question on everyone's mind was: who could this mysterious person be, and what wa

The response was a scoff, a mocking sound that sent a chill down Charlie's spine. "My existence doesn't matter to anyone," the voice sneered. "So don't ask me who I am. Someone they long thought was dead is still very alive. How does that sound to you?"Charlie's eyes widened, his grip on the phone tightening. "Who are you?" he demanded again, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "Can you please introduce yourself better? Who are you and what the hell can I do for you?"The voice chuckled, a cold, mirthless sound. "Oh, Charlie. You'll find out soon enough. But for now, let's just say...your family's past is coming back to haunt you."Charlie's voice was laced with frustration and anger, his words tumbling out in a passionate plea. "What did you mean by my family's past? Who are you and why don't you come and talk to me in person?" he demanded, his eyes blazing with determination.The response was a cold, mocking laughter, the sound sending a shiver down Charlie's spine. "Did you think I am