Everett's stance was as firm as the ancient oak that towered in the family's sprawling estate; when it came to justice, evidence was king, and he wouldn't lift a finger to tip the scales. Nor would he allow anyone else to tamper with the fairness he had promised to Dorothy.

He remembered her plea - all she wanted was fairness, to clear her mother's name, and to see the guilty face their comeuppance. It was a fair ask, nothing more.

So, Everett handed over the most elusive evidence and key witnesses to Dorothy, doing his utmost to ensure she had a fighting chance. Beyond that, he refused to dwell on the messy tangles of what-ifs.

"Murder?" The word hit Jonathan like a bolt of lightning, shaking the composure he was known for. He staggered back, his voice barely above a whisper, "Your mother... she couldn't have..." "Heather and Dorothy's mom had bad blood for ages. If she was going to act, she wouldn't have waited this long." Silence hung heavy between them.

it wasn't

that would

keep my word, that is, to change their last names." "Everett,

of leaving the problem at my

But he refrained, foreseeing the excuses they'd muster - denial, evasion. It

what really happened!" Jonathan's temper flared, but he held back, asking once more, "Everett, if... if your mother got involved in Heather's mess in a moment of folly, you can't just do nothing, right?" "I

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