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The tension in the room was thick as Quinn walked past Shein, Wanda, and Zachary. The weight of the situation seemed to crush her, and she couldn’t bring herself to look anyone in the eye. The security guards holding John, who was still bound, gave him no mercy as they escorted him away. His face was red from the earlier struggle, his eyes wide with a mix of guilt and madness.
Wanda’s confusion grew as she looked at Quinn, trying to make sense of what was happening. “Aunt Quinn, what’s going on? Why is John being treated like this?”
Quinn’s face was pale, her eyes empty as if drained of life. She muttered under her breath, “It’s over… everything’s over.”
Zachary, still in shock, turned to Shein. “Dad, what is all this? Why is John… and why is Aunt Quinn—”
“She’ll explain in time,” Shein said, though his voice lacked conviction. There was something off in his tone. “But for now, we need to get answers from Lethan.”
Zachary didn’t respond, his mind still grappling with the chaotic scene unfolding before him. He had never seen Quinn like this. Normally poised and calm, she was now a shadow of her former self. The unraveling of everything she had worked for left him feeling uneasy.
As they entered Lethan’s office, the room was eerily silent, except for the occasional click of security staff moving about. Lethan sat behind his desk, still nursing the cuts on his arms, but his gaze was far away. His mind was clearly elsewhere, focused on something more important than his own injuries.
“Lethan,” Shein began, his voice firm but measured. “What’s going on here?”
Lethan looked up slowly, his expression hard as granite. “What do you think, Shein? I just got attacked by the man I trusted most.”
Quinn flinched, but Lethan didn’t spare her a glance. His focus remained on Shein. “It’s John. He tried to kill me. And her—” Lethan pointed toward Quinn, “—she’s part of the mess.”
“I didn’t do anything!” Quinn blurted, but her voice was weak, lacking the confidence it once had.
“I never said you did,” Lethan shot back, the pain in his voice more apparent now. “But you were involved, Quinn. All this time, behind my back… how long, huh? How long has this been going on?”
Quinn took a deep breath and finally lifted her head to meet his gaze. “It wasn’t supposed to happen like this. I—I didn’t mean for it to get out of hand, Lethan. You have to believe me…”
Shein, ever the observer, glanced from Lethan to Quinn, and then at Zachary, who seemed lost in his thoughts. This wasn’t the family dynamic he was used to, and the tension was palpable. “Let’s start from the beginning,” Shein said slowly, trying to regain some semblance of control. “We need answers.”
Quinn nodded silently, her hands trembling as she sat down in the chair next to the desk. She couldn’t meet anyone’s eyes. She knew what she had to say next would be her undoing, but there was no avoiding it now. The truth was out, and it couldn’t be erased.
As she opened her mouth to speak, John’s voice suddenly rang through the room from the hallway.
“I’m sorry, Boss. I was just… I didn’t know how else to handle it.”
The security guards stopped short, and one of them turned to Lethan. “Mr. Warbane, John wants to speak.”
Lethan’s expression remained cold, but he nodded. “Let him in.”
John entered the room, his hands still bound. The sight of him brought everything to a standstill. He looked remorseful, but his eyes still held that maddened glint. He tried to stand tall, but his demeanor was clearly broken.
“I never meant for things to get this far,” John began, his voice filled with shame. “But when I saw those photos, I… I lost control. I thought Lethan would never believe me, and the rage just… took over. I didn’t think.”
Lethan’s face was unreadable, but Shein could sense the struggle within him. Trust, once broken, was a fragile thing.
Zachary finally spoke up, his voice sharp and full of disbelief. “Aunt Quinn, you were part of this too?”
Quinn’s silence was deafening, and her eyes filled with tears again. She shook her head, unable to explain, as the weight of the consequences of her actions finally caught up to her.
“I didn’t want to destroy everything,” she whispered, “but it’s too late now.”
Lethan’s voice cut through the air, steady but filled with sorrow. “Yes, it’s too late, Quinn.”
The room was heavy with unspoken words. Secrets had been uncovered, trust shattered, and lives forever changed. What would come next was uncertain, but one thing was clear: nothing would ever be the same again.
