Chapter 1792:

“Lowell! Help!” she cried, her voice a torrent of anguish. “Tell them it was an accident—I never meant for this to happen! Get me out of this wretched place—I can’t stand it here!”

Her sobs painted her as the wounded party, a portrait of woe.

Lowell gently disentangled himself from her grasping hands. Fixing her with an impassive gaze, he spoke in measured tones, “Dolores, you’re no longer a child. Stop acting like one, begging for my rescue. When you’ve erred, it’s time to own up to it.”

Dolores’s eyes widened in disbelief. “What are you saying?” she snapped, her voice sharp with defiance. “Are you suggesting I should confess to something I didn’t intend? I told you—I didn’t mean to strike them with the car! It was an accident!”

Lowell’s response was cool and cutting. “Do you honestly think anyone will buy that story?”

her temper flaring like a storm

for a full hour,” Lowell said, his voice steady but heavy with accusation. “Then, the moment you saw Tracy and Shaun step outside, you gunned the engine and plowed right

to the spot, stunned into silence. She hadn’t considered

sole desire was to keep Tracy from marrying into her family. The loss of Tracy’s unborn child was never her intention. All she had craved, with

with Shaun’s parents. Whatever sentence the court hands down, you’ll face

her daze as if waking from a nightmare. “I’m your sister,” she said, her voice trembling with shock. “And this

“Exactly. You’re my sister, and that’s precisely why you need to face the music. Our parents coddled you for too long. Now, you’ll serve your time—every last second of it. No one

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her words. “I’m your family. This is

fraying but his resolve unshaken. “It’s because you’re family that we can’t watch you spiral further into ruin. Dolores, use this time

his heel and strode toward

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