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."

But Hayden wasn't stopping. "If I'm right, you set it all up to make sure Keira

blood type meant she could be a backup donor for your son. And raising her yourself? Maybe that was just

the start, she was nothing more than a pawn in your

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

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

true?"

all

this family-it had been built on

some business deal. Maybe it was all because of the blood running through my veins. Blood that

last ten years loving him, giving my heart to this family,

going numb. My fingers tingled, barely holding back my

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

mask of regret I didn't

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hollow. All these years, he'd worn this

tears welling up as I clung to the last shred

my nails into my palms, letting the sharp sting slice through the rage. "What good would hating you do? Will it bring my parents back? Will it fix the life you

whispered, her face crumpling with