Bye-Bye Jerk, Hello Mr. Right by Rosie Steppe

Chapter 530

If Hayden hadn't said anything, I might have forgotten he was even there.

the way here.

His face was unreadable, but his eyes? Dark and intense, like he was drilling straight into Matthew. He was talking about his dad. But Thorsten had already mentioned Hayden's father was involved-bribed, apparently. Hayden himself admitted it was all about the money on So why was he bringing it up again? What was he really digging for?

My head started to pound, like a jackhammer revving up. I glanced at Matthew, who somehow looked perfectly calm. Lindey, on the other hand, was a bundle of nerves, fingers clutching Matthew's arm.

After a long, tense silence, Matthew finally replied, "Your father was bribed. That has nothing to do with

me."

"Are you absolutely sure about that?" Hayden shot back, his voice ice-cold.

"Hayden," Lindey jumped in, defending Matthew. "He's already admitted what he did to Rea's parents. If he'd been involved with your dad, he wouldn't hide it now."

Hayden's jaw clenched tighter. "According to what I found, Thorsten bribed my dad on someone else's

orders."

stopping. "If I'm right, you set it all up to make sure Keira had nowhere else to go. With her parents gone, she'd have no one left to take

Hayden, horrified. His gaze locked on mine, steady. "Her rare blood type meant she could be a backup donor for

the start, she was nothing more than

shook her head wildly. "No, that's not true! We genuinely

didn't know about what Matthew had done to my parents, but that didn't make his intentions

that true?" My

was all the answer

all the gratitude I'd felt for him-for this family-it had been

was all because of the blood running through my veins. Blood that could save Jace. And

heart to this family, to people who'd only seen me as some kind of

through me, my whole body going numb. My fingers

you hate me, if you want to take my life, I won't resist,"

face a mask of regret

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look only made him seem more hollow. All these years, he'd worn this mask, fooling

I clung to the last shred of

"What good would hating you do? Will it bring my parents back? Will it fix the life

her