Chapter 984

This time, their luck had run out. This was the end of the line.

Oliver gently held Josefina's hand as he helped her into the car. She looked worried. "Are you sure about this? If we take out those three, won't the police get involved? Last time, those folks managed to get Sydney and the others off the hook. If they can't save them this time, they might twist it and pin Sydney's death on you.”

Oliver fastened her seatbelt with care. "The cops have all the evidence they need. They're not getting off easy. Even if they do, they'll be under 24/7 watch."

Josefina nodded, feeling a bit more at ease. “Good, because last time I got too reckless with Shay, ramming the car like that. It was risky and left too much of a trail."

"That wasn't your fault," Oliver assured her. “Nichola pushed you too far. She needed a wake-up call."

They exchanged a knowing glance, both smiling with a shared understanding.

Brandon was nervously pacing around at Rowan's place when Oliver and Josefina showed up. Seeing them, he let out a sigh of relief. “Josie, Oliver, you're here."

They walked over and sat down.

"Rowan's awake," Brandon said, though his voice was heavy with concern. "But he's really weak. The family doctor said he's got internal injuries.”

Brandon's face was clouded with worry and helplessness. Realizing he was getting worked up, he quickly shifted the conversation. "Did you sort things out with Sydney and the others?"

“The police are on it. Sydney's tied up in a big case, and they're not taking it lightly,” Oliver replied. As for Shay and Dominic, they were caught up in the mess too, and wouldn't fare any better.

Brandon sighed. "I should've been tougher from the start. I should've kicked Rowan out when I had the chance. Now look at all this."

Josefina tried to comfort him. "Every family has its struggles, especially with your own kids."

She suddenly realized how challenging raising kids can be and thought, if only she could send Rowan back where he came from.

Oliver sat quietly, steering clear of any talk about Rowan. Brandon glanced at him, understanding his silence.

Brandon then turned to Josefina. "Josie, I was wrong before, always harping on about you two getting married. I'm sorry. You're both young, and it's okay not to rush into marriage."

Oliver's eyes widened in disbelief. Was the old man losing it?

"Grandpa, don't you want great-grandchildren?" Oliver asked, clearly annoyed.

"Of course I do," Brandon chuckled. "But I don't want to pressure Josie into anything. Oliver, don't be too hasty."

Oliver just frowned, speechless. Josefina stifled a laugh, sneaking a glance at Oliver.

Ignoring Brandon's comments, Oliver stood up. "Josie, let's go."

Brandon called after them, “Josie, could you check on Rowan for me?"

Despite everything, Brandon's fatherly concern for Rowan was evident. Josefina agreed.

She got up to head towards Rowan's room, with Brandon and Oliver trailing behind. Brandon was eager to understand the extent of Rowan's condition. He feared the worst, the thought of outliving his child haunting him.

Oliver, on the other hand, was more concerned about Josefina's safety, which is why he tagged along. The three of them entered Rowan's room together