Chapter 939

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Anger rushed to his wrinkled face, turning it red.
Just as he looked ready to explode, Linsey cut in with a quiet steadiness in her voice. “You already know Gorman was murdered, Mr. Walton. But did you know the knife used on him was supposed to end up in me instead?”
The weight of her words slammed into the room, stopping Kase like he had been struck by lightning.
Off to the side, even Haven, who had said nothing this entire time, visibly stiffened. Her face had turned ghostly pale.
She wasn’t just a witness to the mess. She was the mastermind behind every step that led to it.
Back when she had devised the plan, Haven never once considered the fallout of getting rid of Linsey.
To her, Linsey was just an orphan who could be erased without consequence.
But the moment she saw Collin’s protectiveness, everything shifted. His affection wasn’t shallow or fleeting. He didn’t just care for Linsey — he loved her.
Because of that, Linsey’s survival now carried the same weight as Gorman’s death.
One had already been buried. The other had returned, standing at Collin’s side with purpose.
That terrifying thought made Haven’s heart pound so loudly she could feel it in her throat.
She pulled in a shaky breath, forcing herself to stay still even as panic pressed down on her chest.
The only thing keeping her calm was the belief that they had come up empty-handed. Kylee was the one who had done it, and she hadn’t been involved at all.
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And with that thought came a flicker of reassurance. Even if Linsey hurled the accusation at her directly, there was no evidence.
Haven forced down the wave of panic building inside her and managed to pull together a strained smile.
“Linsey, we’ve crossed paths before, but today is the first time we’re truly being introduced. I have to say, I’ve always admired you. Honestly, I completely understand why Collin would be drawn to you. I won’t deny that I used to have feelings for him. Still, as a member of the Walton family, I know better than to hold onto something that doesn’t serve me. I’d never do anything that would bring disgrace to our name,” Haven said.
Her voice remained calm, every word carefully chosen, delivered with the kind of weight that made it seem heartfelt.
She took a moment before continuing, “About Gorman’s death… I really have nothing to explain. At the bridal shop that day, someone came charging out with a knife, and I was just as stunned as anyone else. I panicked. I ran without even seeing the attacker’s face clearly. So why are you pulling me into all this?”
While speaking, Haven kept her posture modest, her face shaped into a look of sincerity.
If Linsey hadn’t already spoken to Kylee or uncovered the truth herself, she might have actually believed the act.
Linsey couldn’t shake the thought that Haven had likely worn that very same look and used that exact tone when she had twisted Kylee into carrying out her wishes.
Considering Kylee’s built-up resentment toward her, Haven had likely found it all too easy to manipulate her into going along with the plan. With very little effort, she had probably nudged Kylee in the right direction, letting her remove whatever—or whoever—stood in Haven’s way.
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