Mr. Kane Got Blacklisted

Just like what happened seven years prior, the police inquired about what Stella could recall from the accident. She recounted the memories etched vividly in her mind, leaving nothing out of her testimony.

“Albert wasn’t inclined to dig deeper into the truth back then. He told me that my mom could be held criminally responsible if it was found that her depression had relapsed. He claimed that her condition would result in erratic behavior, which caused the accident. He also said that insurance wouldn’t cover that and that he simply did not have the money to pay her medical bills.

“When, in fact, my mother’s depression had been well under control for quite some time. She was not taking any antidepressants in the six months leading up to her accident. I have all her detailed medical records and prescription logs here,” she continued.

“My mother had been gathering evidence of Albert’s embezzlement and tax evasion six months before the accident. She had already drafted a divorce agreement. If the accident hadn’t happened, they would have divorced within a month at most. In the divorce agreement, Albert was to receive a small percentage of shares. After my mom’s accident, he never once mentioned their impending divorce to me.”

Stella calmly laid out these details. She anticipated that she would be brimming with emotion when the day finally came. Yet she maintained a composed demeanor when giving her statement. The long-standing conflicts within the Jewell family were finally reaching a resolution.

Meanwhile, Marshall had just come down the stairs when he saw Ian hurrying out the door with his coat. “It’s rather late, Uncle Ian. Where are you off to?” He called out casually.

around. He put on a calm face and said, “I’m having trouble

fall asleep either,” Marshall

did not like the sound of that. Still, he managed a smile and said, “Don’t you have

about balancing work and rest, right?” Marshall

pursed his lips. “Truth be told, I was thinking of heading to the

to visit your gallery. Today seems like a fitting

expression tensed. Just then, Irene chimed in. “Since when were you

regarded Irene with a

silk pajama set, her hair casually draping over her shoulders. Her facial features exuded a

I haven’t seen you exchange many words with your

realized we have so much in common, given our close age, ”