Chapter 887: Chapter 887



“But Fiona is Lacey’s sister!” Brielle barked.

Seeing the tension rise, Terry stood up and pulled Brielle away. “That’s enough, honey. Michael will sort this out.”

Then he turned to his son. “We’re not stopping you from loving someone else, but you must stay out of Dulce’s matter.”

“Why?”

Terry’s jaw flexed, but he just repeated, “Just stay out of it.”

Then he turned to his wife and took her by the arm. “Come on. It’s late. Let’s go upstairs and retire to our room.”

Michael remained standing while they headed for the stairs, the light overhead casting a shadow on his face. His expression was hard to read, but his subdued demeanor and familiar melancholy were unmistakable. Lacey’s death had changed him profoundly.

“Do you even remember how devastated I was when Lacey died?” Terry and Brielle paused at his words, their hearts sinking.

Michael let out a cold laugh, as if a completely different persona had taken over him. “You wouldn’t want a son like that again, would you? I’m better now because Dulce helped me get through the pain. If she’s gone, my life won’t mean much to me.”

“Michael!”

His words shattered his parents’ composure, as disappointment, anger, and worry surged through them in response to his threat. “Are you threatening your own parents?”

Michael held their gazes, narrowing his eyes. “Call it a threat if you want. I don’t care if it upsets Fiona or Lacey, but I’m saving Dulce. If you won’t help, I’ll find someone who will and keep asking until she’s free.”

The promise and resolve in his words were cold and steely.

Terry and Brielle exchanged a glance, their throats tightening.

Finally, Brielle said with a straight face, “If you save her, you’re killing…”

Michael grimaced in disbelief, not expecting his mother to resort to their mortality just to avoid helping Dulce. “What are you saying, Mom?”

Brielle opened her mouth to speak, but Terry shook his head, stopping her. “He can’t know about it.”

Brielle took a deep breath, straightening her back. “He’s not a kid anymore. He has to know about it sooner or later. After all, we’re family, and none of us can escape it. We’ll let him choose between Dulce and us.”

Confusion clouded Michael’s face.

Brielle turned to him. “Come with me.”

Michael followed Brielle to the study. Before entering, Terry patted his shoulder, looking apologetic. “It’s your mother and I who have wronged you. We dragged both of you into this.”

Later, Michael would realize his father wasn’t referring to him and Lacey when he said “both of you,” but him and Dulce.

Dulce was released from her handcuffs, and the prison guard tossed her a set of new clothes. Once she changed, she was escorted out of the detention center.

She had long harbored a daydream about her release: the sun would blaze gloriously overhead, and her friends would cluster excitedly at the gates.

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