(Ayra's POV)
The moment Steven left, I locked the door behind him, pressing my back against it as I let out a shaky breath.
I took a deep breath and stared at the small chip resting in my palm.
It was tiny—almost insignificant—but it held the power to bring down a monster.
Nathaniel.
My hands clenched into fists at my sides as my mind raced, absorbing everything Steven had just told me.
Nathaniel was really responsible for my parents' deaths.
Never in my wildest imagination could I have suspected that he had anything to do with the accident.
He had always been kind and supportive. He had always been there for me.
I thought I knew him. I had trusted him—with my life and Nana's.
But now, hearing it from Steven—worse, with solid evidence—made my blood run cold.
And Alexander Coke.
The real puppet master. The man who had orchestrated it all.
I gritted my teeth, my heart pounding with a mix of rage and determination.
