Chapter 855: Chapter 855



Despite her assurances, Dulce couldn’t shake off her own fears of being a target.

For the next several days, she went straight home from work and hurriedly drew the curtains upon entering.

Her parents were oblivious to her role as a witness. Misinterpreting her cautious behavior, they grew suspicious.

“Dulce, have you gotten yourself into some kind of financial trouble?”

“No.”

“Then why do you rush to close the curtains every time you come home? Is someone after you?”

“No, not at all.” Dulce debated whether to share the truth but decided against it, not wanting to cause them undue stress.

She kept her secret.

Later, Jett joined her in her room after dinner. “What’s really going on?”

“Nothing.”

Jett was straightforward. “If you don’t talk, I’ll have to tell Mom and Dad about you and Michael.”

Dulce rose from her bed, intent on stopping him. “Okay, okay, I’ll explain, just wait.”

After Dulce revealed everything, Jett stood up sharply. “You’re being reckless. Have you considered your own safety?”

“But I witnessed it firsthand. It’s unimaginable that someone could harm their own child. How can I just pretend it didn’t happen? If you were in my place, could you just ignore it?”

Jett’s expression tightened, a mix of shock and concern etched on his face. But he was worried for Dulce’s safety. “For now, don’t go to work.”

“No,” Dulce was resolute. “I’ve already been away too much lately, and there’s a critical experiment we’re in the middle of.”

She made it clear that stepping away from her responsibilities was not an option.

Jett, unable to sway her, left her room visibly frustrated.

Back in his room, he mulled over the situation, growing increasingly upset.

Why should Dulce bear the weight of being a witness for Michael and his sister-in-law, dealing with all this pressure on her own?

The house felt more secluded each day, the curtains drawn tight as if to shield them from the outside world.

Pacing his room, he finally grabbed his phone and dialed Fannie. The phone rang several times unanswered, leading him to think Fannie was avoiding his calls.

Just as he was about to give up, the call connected.

“Something wrong?”

The voice was male, and Jett felt a sudden drop in his spirits.

“Bobby?”

“Where’s Fifi?”

Bobby turned on the faucet, the sound of running water filling the background. “She’s showering. What do you need?”

Jett was direct. “I need Michael’s phone number.”

Bobby’s voice carried a hint of mockery. “Finally got a chance to talk to Fifi, huh?”

Jett, his frustration evident, demanded, “I’m worried about my sister. If Michael were any kind of decent, he wouldn’t let Dulce handle all this alone.”

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