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

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

faintly hear Antoine trying

awkwardly rubbed my nose, feeling a bit guilty, but there was

come to me for help? You think we can't get justice for this? I'm calling my parents right now." Lyla's tone softened, but she was still clearly upset Before I could even respond,

friend like her in this life

to the rental agency, feeling

were lighter.

news came that Lesh had been arrested. The authorities called me, requesting that

loose ends and submitting the evidence. After signing the last document, I returned home, exhausted, and collapsed into bed Not long

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

and urgent. I sat up linmediately, my nerves traying.

to my

did she know

middle-aged, overweight, and aggressive,

curled up on the couch, eyes locked on

didn't respond,

more worked

open this door! What? You're hiding in there like a