Love Unbreakable

I Don't Know Him Raegan couldn't bring herself to turn Henley down, so with a hint of reluctance, she agreed to call him later.

Once Henley departed, Raegan called for a taxi and set off directly for the cemetery.

This rural cemetery, unlike the orderly urban ones, was a patchwork of simple dirt graves.

Nonetheless, Raegan had ensured her grandmother's resting place was marked with a tombstone.

Upon discovering the tombstone smeared with red paint, rage surged through Raegan, shaking her to the core, She paid a visit to a nearby family, residing close to the cemetery, and inquired about the incident.

The family, unfamiliar with Raegan, remembered her grandmother well.

Learning Raegan was her descendant, they revealed a villager was responsible, claiming an unsettled debt.

This villager, they said, had faced their attempts to mediate, but his troublesome reputation prevented further confrontation.

Raegan, unaware of any debts her grandmother might have had, was filled with increasing exasperation.

Yet, cleaning the defiled tombstone took precedence.

She borrowed cleaning tools from the family and set to work on the grave, tears accompanying her efforts.

With resolve hardening amidst her grief, she silently pledged to seek justice for her grandmother.

After restoring the grave's dignity, Raegan entrusted the family with two thousand dollars, assigning them the care of the site and requesting updates on any troubles.

The family accepted, their own financial straits binding them to this place.

Raegan then obtained the address of the villager and began her search in town.

But before she could locate him, a call from Mrs.

Barton, her neighbor, interrupted, informing her of a mob intent on demolishing her house, with even the property's owner on site.

Rushing to the scene, Raegan arrived to find a throng of people and the police already engaged.

The property's owner, spotting Raegan, sourly declared, "Raegan, we are neighbors.

We bought this house from your uncle.

You wanted to rent it and we've agreed.

But your collusion with your uncle has led to deception.

We don't want to rent to you now.

Make it clear to everyone that you and your uncle have no claims here." Confusion gripped Raegan.

Since Brent’s detainment after the hospital incident, she had no contact with him.

Before Raegan could seek clarification, she was yanked to the ground by her hair.

back the money now!" A young police officer present at the scene stepped

find a

no need for

these troublemakers who refused to vacate

very image of that notorious villager,

she demanded, “Did you desecrate my grandmother's grave?” This very troublemaker’s face remained unrepentant as he scoffed, “What if I did? Would you have bothered to return otherwise? You little bitch, conspiring with Brent to swindle

for retirement!" Beside Raegan, a

long before, Brent had rolled into town

to invest, promising returns, and put

already sold the house out, which was

had vanished into thin

painting Raegan as

and the fact that the money was given willingly to Brent, the police officer admitted the need

Brent was a ghost,

police officer tried to mediate, to calm the flames of

questioned if

sorrow as he explained the grim possibilities, "If Brent

as

their ability to work, faced the

savings eroded in her

of mix -ups occurred as a result of Raegan’s decision to rent

"How much did

at Ardlens and her university education,

tally estimated a staggering three million dollars lost by over

to pursue her education, Raegan didn't know many of her rural

expressions spoke volumes of their lifelong

labor had yielded them a nest

a tight line as

contribute to settling Brent's debt this time, but should he swindle you again, I'll just stand by since I have no part in his dealings all the time.” The young police officer offered reassurance, "Fear not, Brent's misdeed has been spotlighted and

fool anyone again.” The villagers, filled with hope, said

confessing, "The funds aren't on hand

must sell my apartment in Ardlens." Her apartment, burdened by a mortgage, would net her

gradually

soured the crowd's

now

ruse?" The troublemaker chimed in loudly, "Family ties run

likely a con artist, same as Brent.” The crowd's restlessness surged, their advance unchecked by

the midst of the turmoil, Raegan climbed atop a chair, commanding, "Stop arguing." Silence fell, all eyes

word to resolve Brent's debt and I intend to keep it." Raegan's striking presence, at odds with the local rusticity, lent her words

elderly woman pressed, "We demand

expressed regret, "I can't give you a date, yet I assure you, I'll hasten the process.” Privately,

job’s salary would have to suffice for

resist saying, "See? She's

be fooled by

hits the city." The calm was

hadn't yet

He asserted confidently, "Certainly." "How much?" Under her