Once a Doormat, Now Untouchable

Sydney confronts a heavy revelation about her parents' deaths as she prepares to meet Caleb, who has been investigating the circumstances surrounding the tragic event. As she enters the room, her friend Tiffany notices the tension in the air and asks about Caleb's visit. Sydney reveals that he is helping her look into the details of her parents' fatal accident, which had long haunted her.

The atmosphere shifts dramatically when Caleb arrives, his demeanor reflecting the weight of the information he carries. He presents Sydney with a folder containing crucial evidence that suggests her parents' deaths were not merely an accident. As he explains the details of the crash, Sydney grapples with the painful memories and the implications of the new information, particularly the revelation that the taxi's brake pads were faulty. This realization sends a chill through her, indicating that there may have been foul play involved.

As the conversation deepens, Tiffany and Caleb discuss the aftermath of the accident, revealing that the driver responsible was not alone in the tragedy. The financial gains from the accident appear to have been used to cover up the truth, as the driver's family seemingly profited from the incident while Sydney's parents lost their lives. Sydney is overwhelmed with grief and anger, realizing that her parents' deaths were reduced to a financial transaction, a notion that strikes her with a sharp emotional blow.

The chapter culminates in a chilling revelation, as Caleb identifies the Sterling family as the orchestrators behind the tragedy. This moment crystallizes Sydney's quest for justice and understanding, igniting a determination within her to uncover the truth and confront those responsible for her parents' untimely demise. The emotional weight of the chapter leaves Sydney grappling with a mix of sorrow, rage, and a newfound resolve to seek justice for her family.

Continue Regular Chapter Reading Below **When The Ocean Learned My Name and Whispered It Back to You by Aurelia Novel 338** **Chapter 338** **+25 Bonus** The moment the words tumbled from her lips, Sydney yanked her wrist free and stepped boldly into the room, as if the act itself could shield her from the weight of the conversation that loomed ahead. Tiffany, deeply engrossed in her game, barely registered the shift in the atmosphere until she caught sight of Sydney standing there, the door still ajar behind her.

voice steady but laced with an undercurrent of tension. It

for?" she inquired, her brow furrowing with concern. Sydney crossed the room, her heart heavy, and sank into the couch. She pressed a hand against the dull ache that had settled in her chest. "He's been helping me look into..." Her voice trailed off, the words hanging in the air like a storm cloud. "The cause of my parents' deaths." The gravity of Sydney's revelation transformed Tiffany's expression, her eyes widening in shock. Just as she was about to respond, a sharp knock echoed through the silence, and they both turned to see Caleb

a crisp white shirt and tailored black trousers, exuding an air of composure that contrasted sharply with the weariness etched on his face. The spark that once radiated from him seemed to have dimmed, replaced by a haunting desolation that made Sydney's heart ache for him. He glanced down at the disposable slippers placed by the entryway, a clear

began, his voice low and somber, "a large truck was driving against traffic. It collided with the taxi your parents were in. Your parents and the driver died instantly. The truck driver was drunk and sentenced to seven years. Since there was no other

As she spoke, she carefully extracted a photo from the folder, its edges worn and yellowed with age. "But the brake pads on the taxi that night were faulty," Caleb continued, his tone grave. "What you're holding is an archived photo of them." Sydney's grip on the photo

with a heavy sigh. "Tiffany's right. Since the driver also died in the crash, and there was little surveillance at the time, no one

her as Caleb elaborated. "The child was born with a congenital heart defect. The surgery was costly, and it kept being delayed. Six months after your parents died, that child finally had the surgery. And then, suddenly, the family bought a house and a car." A tightness gripped Sydney's chest, and grief surged within her, sharp and stinging, as if she had been punched in the gut. The thought that her parents' lives had been