Chapter 761
Chapter 761:
“MO is my friend. Mr. Lambert, surely you’re astute enough to realize—if MO were truly guilty, why would she risk coming here?” Aiden stated, his voice carrying a quiet authority that seemed to settle over the agitated crowd like a blanket of calm.
“Mr. Lambert, I’m here to tell you the truth.” As the Lambert family’s hostile energy began to settle, Janice seized her chance to speak. “Jorge is my friend. I have no reason to kill him.”
“No reason to kill him?” Hank stepped forward, his face twisted with contempt. “From what I understand, you had prior conflicts with my son. You must have killed him out of revenge!”
“Is that what Gilmore told you?” Janice’s voice dripped with disdain at Hank’s flimsy logic. “Are you aware of what transpired at White Goose Mountain?”
“White Goose Mountain?” Hank’s reaction confirmed Janice’s suspicion—he had paid little attention to Jorge’s affairs.
“Then surely you know about Samantha?”
The name sent ripples through the Lambert family, their expressions changing subtly.
Hank opened his mouth to speak, but Patton raised a hand to silence him. “I believe you, MO. However, if you cannot prove your innocence, we will spare no expense to bring you to justice.”
“Mr. Lambert, do you truly desire to avenge Jorge?”
The question made Patton’s eyes flicker, but instead of answering, he stepped aside, gesturing for Janice to enter the house.
Janice felt a sneer forming inside.
The Lamberts were truly absurd.
Hank had always neglected his second son, never showing an ounce of concern. Yet here he stood, shouting accusations merely to maintain the family’s morale.
He understood the politics at play—showing weakness after his son’s death would only demoralize the other Lamberts.
𝗟𝗲𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝙙𝗶𝙨𝗰𝗼𝙫𝗲𝗿𝙮 𝗯𝗲𝗴𝗶𝗻: gⱯ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⩷⪻𝖼𝗈𝗺
Patton, shrewd and calculating, was wielding Jorge’s death as a rallying cry to cement his own position within the family hierarchy.
Jorge, how poor! Even in death, he remained nothing more than a pawn in his family’s power games.
“Vernon,” Janice called out.
Vernon stepped outside to stand guard, gathering additional support. If the Lamberts chose willful ignorance, Janice wouldn’t waste her breath on explanations.
She guided Aiden’s wheelchair into the house, where Jorge’s lifeless form lay on the floor—a sight that struck her harder than expected.
Memories flooded back unbidden: their recent confrontation, his comically bruised face after their fight, and how she’d helped him triumph over Conley at White Goose Mountain, dissolving their animosity.
That turning point had revealed a different side of Jorge to her. Beneath his notorious reputation lay a man of surprising depth and genuine feeling.
In another lifetime, perhaps, they could have forged a real friendship. But fate had written a crueler ending.
Aiden caught the shadow of sorrow flickering across Janice’s face and asked with genuine concern, “Are you alright?”
Snapping out of her thoughts, Janice curved her lips into a faint smile. “I’m fine. But are you sure you can handle this?”
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