Becoming Strangers Again by Lily

Chapter 77

knew I had to push these thoughts aside and focus on the

fars with pour fathri Angelo sugged from the driver's seat, his tone grave. Im sure you don't * from the press

Padling at the company's parking lot, i waited for my father to exit his car and join me in mine. We had agreed earlier that

ng to drive to YAEW together for our meeting

As my father settled into the passenger seat, his keen gaze immediately sensed that something was amiss. His eyes flicked from Angelo to me, searching for answers. "What's going on?" he inquired, his tone tinged with concern.

"Nothing" I replied quickly, attempting to brush off the tension in the air.

But before I could say more, Angelo interjected with a blunt revelation. "Mr. Ryan is about to be accused of murder," he blurted out, causing my father's expression to shift from concern to shock in an instant. He glanced at me with furrowed brows, his confusion evident. "What is he talking about?" he asked.

Letting out a heavy sigh, I turned to look out the window, gathering my thoughts before responding. I accompanied the mento question Sophia's mother about her whereabouts, and they found her dead in her grandmother's house, I explained. "Shit my father cursed, his frustration evident. "What the heck is wrong with you, Ryan? Why are you working so hard to land yourself in jail? he demanded, his tone sharp

with admonishment.

a glare, feeling defensive. "How is this my fault?" I retorted, my voice rising slightly. Did I look like someone who wanted to leave

exasperation, my father sighed heavily. "What did your men do after they found her dead?" he

them to report

in frustration. "Do you ever consider the repercussions of your actions before you carry them out?" he demanded, his tone laced with anger. "What happened to pretending like you

"I don't know, probably because I don't want to have to cover up a crime I didn't commit," I

with something that isn't even your business to begin with I shook my head, feeling, the weight of the situation pressing down on me. "You and I both know that they'll find out someone was there. Their footprints alone are enough to lead the police to them, I explained, trying to make him understand. "And what do you think will happen when they find out that I knew she was dead but didn't

had come to

that brings us back to my initial point about covering up a crime I didn't commit, I countered, feeling the frustration

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