"Head toward the north side of the city. I'll direct you when we get close," Karina said.

Wilfred didn't respond, but he quietly pulled up the navigation system. The car smoothly headed in the indicated direction.

The north side was an older, run-down part of town, somewhere Wilfred had never been. His time in Birkham was mostly spent at the hospital, with occasional visits to Nash's place. Even those visits had lessened now that Nash's life had settled into a comfortable routine. Without Karina's directions, he wouldn't have found this area at all.

Eventually, Karina pointed to a small, worn-down house, and Wilfred parked in front of it. As soon as the car stopped, the sound of smashing and shouting spilled out from inside.

"Whatever we ask for, she can't provide! I really don't know why you're still siding with that wretched girl!

"If it weren't for her, do you think Kieran would be like this today?"

time, what happened to Kieran was an accident. How can you

seatbelt to get out, he spoke in his usual calm tone, eyes fixed ahead. "Don't let personal problems affect your work. If you can't handle this, take time off," he said. "And don't worry about

to hear any explanations. His disinterest was clear, and there was no room for argument. She sighed inwardly, deciding to thank him in cash tomorrow instead. For now, she needed to deal with what was in front of her. Stepping inside, Karina took in the wreckage. Broken glass and overturned furniture littered the floor. She let out a weary

"But this is

rough and angry, cut her off. "Do you realize that because of you, Tara didn't

as if the words had struck her

an accident. All these years, Karina's

Stone. She knew the truth-this so-called suicide attempt was just another ruse to bring her here. It was exhausting.

money. Over the past six years, I've given you six hundred thousand.

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