Chapter 1100

After lunch, Evadne and Jason wasted no time and headed straight to Nora's house.

This part of Elmsworth had a reputation-it was the poorest neighborhood in town, infamous for its poverty, decay, and filth. The heavy blanket of snow only made the place look even more desolate.

Nora's home was a dilapidated bungalow, its roof weighed down by grimy bricks, as if the next gust of wind could tear the whole place apart and send it crumbling to the ground.

"This is just awful. Absolutely unforgivable," Jason muttered, shaking his head in outrage. "Her family's been destroyed, left to live like ghosts, while Chad struts around in luxury, pretending to be innocent and untouchable. Where's the justice in that?"

"How could ordinary people ever fight back against those who control

everything?" Evadne's eyes grew distant, her voice lowering. "And this is only what we know about. How many more tragedies-cruelties that defy belief-are still hidden away in the shadows, never to see the light of day?"

By now, they'd reached the front door.

"Who are you looking for?" An elderly woman, leaning on a cane, shuffled over and eyed their well-dressed appearance with open curiosity.

"Ma'am, we're here to see Nora's mother-Mrs. Cooper. Do you know her?" Evadne's eyes softened as she offered the woman a gentle, reassuring smile.

The old woman's expression tightened with suspicion. "And what business do you have with her?"

Jason stepped forward, putting on his warmest smile. "We just want to talk to Mrs. Cooper. Ask her a few questions about her daughter, try to understand what happened. Please don't worry, we're not here to cause trouble-we just want to help."

The woman sighed, shaking her head in resignation. "Honestly, you'd be better off leaving it alone. Mention her daughter, and Mrs. Cooper might just chase you out with a broom. She's not right in the head anymore. Even if you manage to get a word out of her, it won't make much sense."

exchanged a stunned glance.

Mrs. Cooper, though clearly distraught, had still spoken with perfect

she isn't," the old woman explained. "When she's clear-headed, she doesn't say a word. When she's not, she'll start waving a kitchen knife and shouting at the

she shout?"

the Abernathys... It's

glanced around

no one ever checked in on them?

woman said, her voice heavy with regret. "But Nora's mother drove everyone away. Eventually people just stopped coming is a pity, really. The girl worked as a maid for a wealthy family to help out, and then she died so suddenly-her mother didn't

that, she shook her head and hobbled away down the icy

Evadne-look over there!"

his gaze and

a few steps behind.

the car, the atmosphere was

eyes were sharp and unyielding, "are you here to help Mrs. Cooper, or to

Murray was to her grandfather—loyal to a

shouldn't get involved in." Mr. Murray's jaw clenched. His voice was grave. "Some things, if

don't intend to interfere more than I have to." Evadne narrowed her eyes, her gaze burning with conviction. "But Chad is dangerous. His mental

using his status, as

Group using h

so-called savior to

under his

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