Chapter 694
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He paused for a moment, then lowered his gaze and continued, “The gun Carol used to end her life wasn’t meant for her at all. It was originally intended for Alexa to use, to bury this secret with her. But Carol couldn’t bear the truth. She took Alexa’s gun and used it on herself. When Alexa found Carol’s body, she broke down completely. She begged me not to turn her in right away. She wanted to face the Lawsons herself and reveal everything, driven by her need for revenge.”
Linsey’s face was unreadable as she looked at Gorman. “You agreed to this?”
Gorman’s eyes met Linsey’s briefly before he averted his gaze, a sense of unease washing over him. “The way the Lawson family treated you was unfair, and it angered me. So yes, I let Alexa initiate her plan, waiting for the moment to reveal your true identity to you.”
As she processed his words, Linsey studied Gorman’s demeanor, realizing he had indeed been aware of everything from the start. Given Gorman’s characteristically unconventional methods, Linsey quickly accepted his actions as typical of his approach.
Aware of the injustices Linsey had endured from the Lawson family, Gorman had consented to Alexa’s plan, letting her challenge the Lawson family directly.
This strategy meant that upon discovering Linsey was part of the family, the Lawson family would inevitably confront the guilt and remorse of their past deeds.
The revelation of her true heritage had unfolded under Gorman’s arrangement, allowing Linsey to hear the truth firsthand.
At last, it all made sense to Linsey—why her features mirrored Myla’s and Jeffery’s so closely. They were her family by blood.
Yet, with the full picture clear, Linsey found no satisfaction in meeting her biological parents.
Despite the resolution of her identity and Carol’s death, happiness eluded her.
Gorman kept his eyes fixed on Linsey’s face, studying every flicker of emotion that crossed it.
He was certain she didn’t doubt a single word he had spoken.
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He understood all too well—if Linsey ever discovered that he had been the one to end Carol’s life, she would never live with the fact that he was a killer.
Compelled to protect Linsey from those who wronged her, Gorman felt justified in his actions, crafting his story meticulously to absolve himself of any direct blame.
In the dim light of a bustling bar, Collin’s usually charming face was shadowed by sadness.
He inhaled sharply, ready to finish his drink in one fierce gulp.
Out of nowhere, a hand pressed down on his, halting his motion. “That’s enough, Collin. You’ve been at this for days,” Dustin intervened. He attempted to pry the glass from Collin’s grip, but Collin dodged effortlessly.
“I need to drink,” Collin murmured, his voice raspy and his face emotionless.
With his glass empty, he gestured for the bartender to pour another.
Watching him like that, Dustin felt completely helpless. All he could do was ask, “Is this really how you plan to keep living—just letting yourself waste away?”
A hollow chuckle escaped Collin, his eyes reflecting profound sorrow rather than joy. “A week ago, I was planning to propose. Now, I’m on the brink of divorcing Linsey.”
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