My parents’ voices spilled through the receiver, full of feigned warmth. “We still have a lot to prepare. We need to place an urgent order overnight, so don’t wait for us.”
Exactly as I had expected.
After hanging up, I sent the final piece of evidence to the doctor they had hired—tying up the last loose end.
Then, clutching my plane ticket, I turned my back on the house I had lived in for the past ten years and disappeared into the night.
The next morning, at the grand ribbon-cutting ceremony for Scarlett’s company.
A call from the doctor shattered my father’s composure.
"Chairman Harrison, this is bad! Azalea discovered the truth about the accident five years ago… She heard everything we said in the hospital that day!"
