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Leanne felt like she was suffocating.

"So you knew all along?"

She looked over at Mary with a dazed expression, the woman who, besides her parents, loved her the most in the world.

"You knew it was him who kidnapped us and killed my parents. Why didn't you tell the police? Why did you hide it when they came investigating?" Leanne's speech was slow, her voice soft, "Just because he's a Richardson. Does that mean he can take three lives and not be accountable?"

Her accusations cut deep into Mary's heart, "My dear child, I'm so sorry."

"Don't call me that!" Leanne suddenly became agitated, "I was never lucky enough to truly be one of the Richardson family. My only fortune was that my parents fought tooth and nail to get me out, or I would have been dead by his hand too."

Tears welled up in Mary's eyes. She asked, "Don't you see me as your Grandma now?"

Leanne's tears fell freely, her fingers clenched so tightly that her nails dug into her palms, just to keep her voice from trembling.

"I recognize you, but who recognizes my parents? For twenty years, their deaths have been a mystery, and you've shielded a murderer. How are you any different from him?"

The troubles Hanley caused at VectorVista, along with Charles' sudden death, added insult to injury.

Vector Vista Bank into the spotlight. Revealing the truth would not only tarnish the Richardson family's reputation

bank. Once that collapsed, so did an

turbulent times, the Richardson family could ill afford another

considerations have to do with

for Leanne to

streaming down her cheeks. She kept

brought Leanne back to

twenty years in seclusion, praying for redemption, but it did nothing to ease her guilt towards

the heavy air didn't look back at Mary filled with self-reproach and apologies.

an unbearable tension, stood up and opened the window facing the

and dryness, rushed in, confronting the perennial and

he understood his parents' caution

figure vanished through the side door, her pace quick, as if

of her

forward, to hold her

sorrowful cries filled

your