Inside the locked room, Florence paced anxiously, her mind racing faster in these past thirty minutes than it had in the last three years.

Panic gnawed at her chest as she frantically searched for a way out-for herself and her precious son.

Suddenly, the lock clicked, and the door swung open.

Florence turned sharply as Ricardo, their family lawyer, stepped inside.

"Ricardo! Thank God!" Florence rushed toward him. "You have to understand- didn't plan any of this. James didn't kill anyone! You must help us!"

Ricardo set his briefcase down on the table and sat across from them, his expression grim.

"I'm doing everything I can."

Florence grabbed the table, her knuckles white.

"Ricardo, this is a huge mistake! We shouldn't even be here!"

"Listen carefully, Mrs. Lancaster," Ricardo said calmly.

"This isn't about guilt or innocence anymore. If the authorities say James killed that girl, then in their eyes, he's guilty."

Florence stared at him in disbelief. "What are you saying? Where is the justice in that?"

Ricardo sighed deeply.

"This isn't about justice. Innocent or guilty, once the police decide, it's done. It's all part of a game, and right now, we're losing."

James slammed his fist on the table. "I didn't do it!"

"Believe me," Ricardo's voice fell to a weary whisper, "some of the men locked up are innocent. It doesn't matter. They'll still rot behind bars for decades."

Florence's face drained of color as the reality sank in.

Prison meant a lifetime behind those cold, iron bars-no escape, no hope.

"Ricardo," she pleaded desperately, eyes brimming with tears, "please, tell me you've found something. Anything!"

Ricardo hesitated briefly, then leaned forward.

"I have found one way out for both of you. But I'm not sure you'll agree to it."

Florence's eyes brightened urgently. "What is it? Tell us!"

"The officer handling your case is on Gilbert Guise's payroll. If Guise tells him you're innocent, the charges will vanish."

"Guise?" Florence frowned. "You mean Gilbert Guise, the son of Herbert Guise, the governor of Paris State?"

Ricardo nodded solemnly. "Exactly."

Florence's heart sank. "But I don't have any connection to him."

Ricardo raised an eyebrow. "Really? Because that's not what I heard."

you hear?"

back, studying

dinner with Gilbert Guise just last night. It's

always had a thing for her. Apparently, he once said he wanted to marry Sophia when she was still

Florence froze, stunned.

spent years trying to set Sophia up with Charles Kingston, only

Gilbert Guise-he was

state far richer and more

Sophia married Gilbert, it would be

fierce determination lit up Florence's eyes. "If that's true, then this will be

Ricardo shrugged uncertainly.

know. I saw Sophia outside. She seemed hesitant almost

her hand on the

to talk to

minutes, Sophia stood reluctantly in front of her mother, eyes

wasting no time, "call Gilbert Guise immediately. He's

shifted uneasily, looking

Guise out of this. I'm working on

to investigate. Please, just give him a little

Florence's voice rose dangerously.

nightmare right now!

her head firmly. "I don't want to ask him,

"Then give me his number! I'll talk to him

determination blazing in her eyes, leaving Sophia no choice

her phone and dialed Guise's

Lancaster-Sophia's mother. Listen, my son James-Sophia's

pull some strings and

came back cool

mother, huh? You know, Florence, I'd love to help, but your

I'm

she shot a

the absurdity—her daughter had run away

countless women would kill to share his bed,

deeply regrets what happened," Florence rushed to say, forcing

another date tonight? I'll personally make sure

softly,

I'll consider helping your son. But make sure Sophia herself calls me-I

of course," Florence agreed quickly,

Mr. Guise, didn't you once say you wanted to marry Sophia? Do

still feel that way?"

voice softened with smug

I'd love nothing

immediately. "Wonderful! Don't worry,

his tone both confident and

that's true, I'll start

pressed further, desperate to lock down the deal.

it this

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