Rewriting My Heart's Fate

Chapter 192

"Help! Someone's trying to kill me!"

I followed Leah and her mom until they teached the gate of the neighborhood before driving away.

Once I was in a secluded spot, I parked the car by the side of the road and leaned back in the seat, my mind racing.

Staring at the river flowing slowly under the bridge, it took a long time for me to calm down. When I finally collected myself, a bit of clarity returned.

I had all the evidence in my hands now, including the recording of Leah's panicked confession.

The next step was clear. Report it to the police and file charges.

But wait... Lan had always protected Leah. With the Grayson family's influence in Yardville, burying this evidener wouldn't be a problem for them. Thinking about what happened at the police station last time, my fists clenched in frustration Suddenly, an idea hit me-Lyla's cousin.

Lila's whole family was involved in politics. If I couldn't fight this alone, I'd have to fight fire with fire.

1 spent a long time carefully crafting every word before 1 finally summarized everything and sent it to Lyla's cousin.

I waited for a while, but there was no reply. Just when I thought there was no hope, Lyla called.

slapped a beat. Did het cousin

enough, the next second, I heard Lyla's furious voice. "Is Leah a freaking idiot? Why doesn't she just drop

the background, I could faintly hear Antoine

a bit guilty, but there

think we can't get justice for this? I'm calling my parents right now." Lyla's tone softened, but she was still

little. Having a friend like her in this life would be

rental

were lighter.

news came that Lesh had been arrested. The authorities

few days tying up all the loose ends and submitting the evidence. After signing the last document, I returned home, exhausted, and collapsed into bed Not

me inside, the person outside got even more agitated. "Evelyn Wiley, I know you're bome! Open the

urgent. I sat up linmediately, my nerves

my stomach.

she know where I

was alone in the apartment Elizabeth, middle-aged,

on the couch, eyes locked

I didn't

worked up

open this door! What? You're hiding in