Chapter 7
Winter came fast.]
Thaddeus brought a scarf when he picked me up today.
I handed him hot chocolate.[]
“Your mom’s improving. She should wake up soon.“]
I froze.
The day Mom woke up, snow was falling
My steps shook as I entered her room.
She sat quietly on the hospital bed.
Smiled when she saw me
Eyes already wet.
“You’ve been through so much, sweetheart.“]
I whispered, “Mom, I missed you so much.“]
Didn’t dare touch her.
I’d dreamed this countless times.]
She reached for me first, pulling me into her arms.]
That familiar scent.
I couldn’t hold back anymore.]
Tears fell one by one.[]
About that day, Mom shook her head firmly. “Impossible. Your father hadn’t been drinking before he left.”
“Mrs. Foster asked me to come catch her husband cheating. She was pregnant, couldn’t go alone.”
“Halfway there, a black car chased us onto the overpass. Our car had been sabotaged–brakes wouldn’t work.”
“Maybe they were targeting the baby.”
Pain quickly filled her eyes.[]
“Impossible. I saw Marcus Voss’s autopsy report.“]]
I turned. Camden
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His face was stone cold. “Reed, you’re lying.”
I shot up. Mom grabbed my hand, shook her head.
“Marcus never drove after drinking. Your family had other drivers, and Mrs. Foster was gentle and polite–why would she force him?”
“That autopsy report was probably tampered with. Think about who showed it to you.”
Camden left the hospital in confusion.
He’d known Reed might wake up, arrived just in time today.
Never expected to discover he’d been lied to.
Back then, brake failure, accident–he didn’t blame Marcus Voss.
He’d knelt in the study begging Father not to kick me out, only to get slapped with an autopsy report.
Was it all fake?]
He wandered the city for a day and night.
Snow piled up on his shoulders.
Only bought a plane ticket at dawn.
Whether there was foul play–he’d check that report himself.
Got home to see Richard Foster’s happy family of three.
“Camden, where the hell did you go? You look like a vagrant!“]
“Your brother’s joining the company to help me. Look at you–studying design just to spite me“]
“You won’t get a cent of the Foster fortune!”
Camden ignored him, headed straight for the study.
Tore it apart looking for that report.
Richard dragged him out furiously. “What the hell are you doing!“]
“Where’s Marcus Voss’s autopsy report?”
His voice was cold as death.
He already knew the answer.
Threw it out. Ancient history, forget about it.”
*Fine. I’ll get it from the police.”
Richard pulled him back. “Stop this. It
It’s over.“]
“Ha. The one you showed me was fake, wasn’t it?”
Richard nodded casually, “Yeah, Marcus wash’t drinking that day.”
“Camden, it was for your own good. That girl had no status, no class–didn’t deserve you. Better to get rid of her early, avoid trouble. Your mother was too soft–hearted, taking in their whole family.“[]
Camden punched him in the face. “Mom was soft–hearted–that’s why she married scum like you. Don’t worry, my fists aren’t
soll”
He went crazy, punching Richard over and over.
When they pulled him off, Richard looked at him coldly
“Stupid as your mother.”
“I regret not getting rid of you too back then.”
“Don’t waste your time. You’ll never find proof now.”
That day, he left the Foster house covered in blood.]]
His and his father’s.[]
Kids on the street were scared of him.
But he was only thinking-
What did Luna do back then?]
Fifteen years old, thrown out of the Foster house, dead father, comatose mother.
Walking down this busy street, what did she think?
When she knew her mother was dying, couldn’t borrow money, left Cheers–what was she thinking?
His father caused all this.
So did he.
