The Billionaire's Mistake

MISTAKE 164

Chapter 164: Anya does not care

But in that moment, his devastation was eclipsed by a sense of righteous purpose. If pursuing charges against Gina and her anonymous accomplice was what it took to restore even a glimmer of justice to his existence, then he would pursue it relentlessly until his dying breath.

After all, he had already been granted a miraculous second chance at life. He couldn't allow such a profound betrayal to slip through the cracks of a broken legal system unpunished.

Anya awoke with a slight start, momentarily disoriented by the mid-afternoon sunlight filtering through the bedroom curtains. She blinked slowly, trying to shake off the lingering tendrils of her nap as she reached blindly for her phone on the nightstand.

The bright screen displayed a missed call notification from an unknown number. Frowning slightly, she tapped the voicemail icon and lifted the device to her ear as the message played back

"Ms. Jones, this is Detective Carr with the Metropolitan Police Department," an authoritative male voice stated. "I regret to disturb you, but we have a rather delicate situation regarding your uncle, Martin Jones. He has recently regained consciousness from his coma." Anya felt herself stiffen at the words, instantly more awake. Her relationship with Martin had been strained for years after the bitter divorce from her mother, but she never wished true harm upon him.

"Mr. Jones has made some...very serious allegations against your stepmother, Gina Jones," Carr continued, his tone becoming more grim. "At this time, we are taking all precautions to ensure his safety and well-being while this situation is thoroughly investigated. I'm informing you of these developments out of courtesy, but I must stress that this is an open case. You and your sister Emma are instructed not to take any independent actions that could potentially compromise our work.

The message concluded with Carr leaving his direct number, instructing Anya to contact him if she had any other questions or concerns. She let out a slow breath, setting her phone aside. as she processed the development.

vindicated - she and Emma had long accused Gina of being nothing more than a heartless gold-digger looking to latch onto their wealthy uncle's fortunes. If Martin had awoken with evidence of Gina's true motives and intentions... Shaking her head, Anya forced the thoughts from her mind. As much as she may have disliked Gina, she couldn't bring herself to truly wish harm on the woman.

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said when he picked up. "I appreciate you reaching out to me about my uncle's condition, but I

Emma and I have... separated ourselves from that side of the family, Martin included. Whatever legal matters exist between

the line before Carr spoke once more. "I understand, Ms. Jones. Thank you for your time regardless - we just wanted to make you aware of the situation out of due diligence.

sigh. Despite the turmoil clearly brewing between Martin and Gina, she felt oddly..unmoved by it all. Perhaps it was for the best that she and Emma had long ago cut their toxic family ties before they could

nap had lasted far longer than anticipated. Forcing thoughts of her

housekeepers exclaimed in surprise when Anya entered. We weren't expecting you to be awake yet. Can I have Maria prepare something for your

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as her stomach issued another impatient rumble. "Na need - I'll just have them put together a simple plated lunch for me to take

down and lethargic as of late. No doubt it was just hormones and stress; her next monthly cycle was due to start in the coming week, after all. But the lack of energy still nagged at her, which was why she preferred to take her meals outdoors whenever possible. Something about being surrounded by the lush,

way through the impressive manse and out into the secluded backyard courtyard. A wrought-iron table and chairs sat arranged in a quaint alcove, sheltered from the harsher elements while still allowing the gentle breeze and soft fragrances from the flowerbeds to permeate the space. She settled into one of the chairs with a contented sigh, simply allowing

been there for nearly half an hour when the sound of footsteps crunching across the pebbled path reached her ears. A