Chapter 943

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Just then, the door burst open, and a Walton servant stumbled in, clearly shaken.
“Mr. Walton, Ms. Walton—the police are here!”
“What?!” Haven whipped around, her face draining of all color.
Within seconds, officers flooded into the room.
“Haven Walton, you’re under suspicion for the illegal purchase of a custom military weapon and colluding with a known criminal to commit attempted murder. You’ll need to come with us.”
Two of them closed in, locking cold cuffs around her wrists.
Haven’s scream pierced through the room. “No! That’s a lie! They’re setting me up!”
Wild-eyed and thrashing, she pointed toward Linsey. “It was her! She’s behind all of this! She killed Gorman, not me! Why are you arresting me?! Go after her!”
From the corner, Joanne had been quietly watching it all unfold. For just a second, her expression betrayed her—a flicker of disbelief breaking through her calm.
The possibility that Linsey and Collin would actually involve the authorities hadn’t even crossed her mind. She thought they were bluffing.
Given Collin’s status as the man behind CR Corporation, it made sense he had no fear.
But Linsey? She had no wealth. No backing. Nothing.
That was why Joanne was stunned that Linsey showed no fear. Not even a flicker of doubt crossed her face. Once she lost Collin’s support, she would have to face the wrath of the Waltons alone. Had that thought never crossed her mind?
As that question sank in, Joanne found her thoughts drifting to someone else entirely—Jeffery.
Linsey’s features weren’t just familiar. They mirrored Jeffery’s almost exactly. That resemblance sparked a new suspicion in Joanne, one too striking to ignore. There had to be something deeper tying Linsey to the Lawson family.
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Joanne’s memory stirred with the image of Carol—gone now, killed in an accident four years back.
Whispers from the upper circles came back to her too. Some claimed Carol had never truly belonged to the Lawson family by blood.
Given Linsey’s uncanny similarity to Jeffery, the idea clicked into place. Linsey might actually be the real daughter of the Lawson family.
Meanwhile, Kase stood amid the tension, fury and helplessness twisting inside him like a storm.
He rose shakily to his feet, clearly torn, as though he wanted to speak up and say something to the officers. But the words never came. In the end, he held back, unwilling to further drag the Walton name through the mud.
Haven was, after all, one of their own—and her behavior had already stained the family’s reputation.
So Kase made his choice. He decided it was best to cut ties entirely.
With a sharp, bitter snort, he turned his back on her, not bothering to say a single word. The silence that followed was louder than anything he could have said. Leaning on a servant for support, he slowly made his way up the stairs.
“Grandpa! Please save me! Grandpa!” Haven’s voice cracked as she watched him walk away, a cold dread sinking deep into her bones.
Everything had started crumbling the moment the Walton family realized who Collin really was. Once his identity as CR Corporation’s founder came to light, their treatment of her had changed overnight. She had scraped and clawed her way into their good graces, using every trick she knew to get close to Collin.
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