"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?"

already! And for the last time, what happened to Kieran was an accident. How

to Karina. She had grown used to it. Wilfred, on the other hand, had no habit of getting involved in other people's family matters. Before she unbuckled her 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,

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.

holding her ground. "But this is the last time.

middle-aged man's voice, rough and angry, cut her off. "Do you realize that because of you, Tara didn't even

words had struck her

the small space. "It was an accident. All these years, Karina's done enough for us! If it weren't for you, we

truth-this so-called suicide attempt was just another

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

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