"This is all the money we have in the house. Take it, I beg you," Ann also pleaded, desperation thick in her voice. Adrian shook his head, a cold expression settling on his face. "Money?" he scoffed. "Do you think this is about money? I don’t need a bribe, and I definitely don’t need your money
Adrian approached Doris, who lay still and motionless on the cold floor. He knelt beside her, pressing his ear close to her mouth, straining to hear even the faintest sign of breath. Nothing. Fear shot through him—was she... dead? Desperate, Adrian gently shook her shoulders, hoping to rouse her.
As soon as Jean’s hand remained stiff in place, Adrian gave Doris a look and nodded toward the door. Without saying a word, he gently took her arm and led her away. The following evening, Doris had just returned home from work, and as she set the table for dinner, she heard the doorbell ring.
As Doris walked Jenny toward the door, Milda, who had been hearing voices downstairs, appeared at the foot of the stairs. Her eyes fell on the gifts Jenny had brought, neatly stacked in the centre of the living room. “Goodness, who brought these?” Milda asked, her gaze lighting up with surprise.
Adrian bent down to pick up his wallet when he noticed Doris's gaze fixed on him as he stood up. With a mischievous smile, he raised an eyebrow. “Still enthralled by my handsomeness, Doris? Even after almost a year of marriage?” He laughed, shaking his head. “But I guess that’s how it should be
They watched it over and over, making sure every detail was clear. Frank rewound to where Adrian spoke with a low, almost threatening tone, “The only way Frank walks out of this alive is if he confesses to the Greene family. He has to admit he was the one who killed Grandma Kathryn. And that he’
The news spread all over Jolley City, labelling Adrian a thief, murderer, and oppressor. Adrian was now publicly accused of ruthless crimes. Those who knew Adrian closely and had admired him found themselves in shock, unable to reconcile this news with the respected figure they thought they knew
"...I just want you to know that I’m here for you. I can’t imagine what you must be going through. But you don’t have to face it alone," she murmured, her voice soft. "I’d always be there for you, no matter what. You can trust me." Adrian watched her, expressionless, and then, his face hardened a