Chapter 293: Dylan is crippled?
Dylan fell silent, his mind a mess of questions and doubts. The information was new, increasing his confusion. ’Erica tampered with my father’s car,’ he mused, ’and my parents got into Thomas’s car.’
The more he thought, the more perplexed he grew.
"You can never trust Erica and Lydia," she warned. "They are selfish. Manipulative. If anyone stands in their way, they eliminate them—without hesitation."
Dylan looked back at her, his tone turning colder. "Do you know why Erica tampered with my father’s car?"
Gianna shook her head. "I don’t know for sure. Maybe they wanted to kill him... maybe they planned to take over the company. I have no idea." She desperately clasped his hand and pleaded, "I’ve told you everything I know. Please—have mercy. Don’t hand me over to the cops."
Dylan pulled his hand away, his expression unreadable. ’Mercy? She expects mercy from me?’
He had only saved her life for this very moment—to dig out the truth. Now that she had served her purpose, he had no reason to keep her around.
"Take her away," he commanded.
The guards hauled her out of the room.
"No, Dylan, please – you can’t do this to me," she screamed, thrashing against their grip. "Dylan, I told you everything! Don’t do this!" Her cries faded into the distance.
Dylan sat in silence as the weight of the truth bore down on him. His chest ached, not just from rage but from the unbearable sting of betrayal.