Marrying A Secret Zillionaire Happy Ever After (Linsey)

Chapter 972:

It wasn’t the raw pain of reopened wounds she saw, but a flicker of panic—as if a hidden truth had been exposed.

Bart slammed his fist on the table, the sound echoing sharply. “Linsey, what are you implying? Have you lost your senses, or are you just trying to dodge your commitment by stirring up trouble?” he barked.

Alissa, her voice rough with disbelief, added, “Linsey, are you really going to keep dragging up the past? Gorman died saving you long ago. What nonsense is this? Are you saying this to avoid your responsibility?”

Collin, seated beside her, was momentarily stunned by her words. He turned to study Linsey’s face, his expression grave.

He could see she wasn’t joking or cruelly prodding at their grief—her demeanor was serious. A spark of realization flickered in Collin’s eyes, followed by the faintest trace of a smile.

He silently marveled at the cleverness of Gorman’s apparent scheme.

face unreadable. Alissa’s

alive. Though she didn’t want to entertain such far-fetched hopes, a part of her longed for it to be true—even if it meant Gorman had spun an

reactions just now—it would have made more

their faces freezing

with doubt and disbelief. I never saw his body. Just days ago, Collin sent someone to investigate, and they reported that Gorman’s loyal men were guarding his remains, refusing access to anyone until you both arrived in Grester,” Linsey said, her voice steady, her

home to unforgettable

“I know some of Gorman’s men resented me, believing I was ungrateful and didn’t appreciate his devotion. But what struck me as odd was that after his supposed death, none of them confronted me. They simply vanished.” She pressed her lips together briefly before adding, “Those men were fiercely loyal to Gorman. If they despised me, they would have

the only sound the low

She fixed her gaze on Alissa, radiating an undeniable sense of pressure. Whether

of experience navigating tough situations, found herself rattled

Alissa’s silence, Bart’s brow furrowed, and he