"It's me," she said, voice cracking. "Brother... I was wrong to stay in Boston for Jackson. I want to cut him off completely. I'm going to slowly withdraw our family's investments from his company!"
On the other end, Henry's voice was steady. "Leave the divestment to me. The emigration paperwork will take at least seven days; I'll send the flight details to your phone."
"Great," she said, sniffling. "One more thing—help me look into the Jordan family's daughter's academic fraud and that kidnapping from three years ago. She destroyed everything I had. Now, I want to destroy them."
"I'll get everything sorted and send it to you before you leave," he answered.
After she hung up, Helena took photos of the research she'd hidden for years and sent them to her brother. She then removed the engagement diamond ring and tossed it into a trash bin with a decisive motion.
Three years ago, she had been framed, trampled, stripped of everything. But now, she would not leave without a fight.
'Jackson—you ruined everything I had. Now it's my turn to ruin you.'
The next day.
Helena was awakened by the sound of flirtatious laughter drifting up from downstairs.
Before she could sit up, the door swung open. Jackson stood in the doorway, tall and cold-eyed, his expression carved from ice.
Laica followed behind him, affectionately holding his arm and looking at Helena with a proud attitude.
"Helena," Laica cooed, "we heard you got out. I even threw you a little welcome at the bar—everyone in our circle will be there. It's a perfect chance for you to get back into society."
Helena's lips curled into a bitter, mocking smile.
A welcome party?
Or an opportunity for the entire Boston to see how the once-promising prodigy had returned—crippled, disgraced, a convicted felon?
Her voice was dry but steady. "I'm not going."
Her refusal instantly made Laica's eyes glisten with feigned sorrow.
"Jackson, is she still blaming me for her imprisonment?" She pouted.
Jackson's face darkened, the air turning sharp with tension. "Helena, you don't have the right to refuse."
He stepped forward, towering over her. "If you don't want Jennelyn to be comfortable inside the prison, then you can stay here and lie down."
"Jennelyn?!" Hearing that name made Helena's heart race. She looked at him in shock and asked anxiously, "What did you do to her?"