Chapter 886: Chapter 886



Historically, after Fiona lost her son, Michael’s parents had made several visits to offer their condolences to her.

There was a long pause before Michael said, “I’ll see what I can do.” That night, instead of returning to his apartment, Michael headed straight to his parents’ house.

His parents were in the living room, watching the news on the couch when he walked in. With their eyeglasses and serious expressions, they looked as if they were in a business meeting, discussing the TV program.

When they heard the door open, their heads turned simultaneously toward him.

Terry Frye, Michael’s father, exclaimed teasingly, “Oh, I must be seeing things. My son actually came home.”

Brielle Frye, Michael’s mother, adjusted her glasses and looked him over from head to toe. She knew her son too well to believe his return was a casual one, but she said nothing.

Michael approached them, his head lowered like a child who had done something wrong. “Mom, Dad, I’m begging you. Please help with Dulce’s situation.”

Tension filled the room as his words hung in the air. Michael knew that trying to convince them would sour his parents’ mood, but he had no choice.

“I know she didn’t do it. I was with her those three days.”

“Enough!” Brielle grabbed the remote and turned off the TV before facing him. “Do you even know what you’re saying?”

“Michael,” Terry chimed in, his expression stern. “Have you already forgotten about Lacey? I thought you loved her dearly, that you were loyal to her.”

Michael raised his head, meeting his father’s gaze with a conflicted look. “Did Fiona say something to you?”

Terry and Brielle exchanged a glance before Brielle changed the subject. “This matter doesn’t concern our family. It’s a case involving national confidential projects, and we should steer clear of it.”

It was clear she didn’t want to continue the conversation, and Michael could see that.

At his age, he thought he had all the connections and resources at his disposal, but after exhausting every option, he found himself turning to his parents for help.

“I love her, Mom.”

“Shut up!” Brielle snapped, sending the remote flying toward the coffee table as she rose to her feet. “You know Fiona doesn’t like you seeing Dulce, yet you’re asking us to help her? Do you want Fiona to sever ties with us?”

“Can’t I love someone else after Lacey was gone?”

A resounding slap followed his words. Brielle dropped her hand to her side and balled it into a fist. “You can find someone else, but don’t forget how much Lacey loved you. She only had one sister, and now Fiona has lost her son. Shouldn’t you be comforting her now instead of wasting your time with someone else?”

Michael’s jaw clenched, and his gaze hardened. The slap and her words seemed to cement his resolve. “I married Lacey, not Fiona.”

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