Chapter 344 Think of it as doing something good for your daughter
Samantha stared at Ryan in disbelief.
Her breathing grew heavier.
She wasn’t stupid.
She knew exactly what it meant when evidence was being monitored and intercepted.
They had done this themselves.
They had personally walked into the trap and handed the police the key evidence they needed.
"Why?"
The word escaped her lips.
She wanted to rush toward him and demand an answer.
"That night, when you told me the gallery was going to be investigated..."
Her voice shook.
"That wasn’t a warning."
"It was..."
She couldn’t finish.
Because the truth was too cruel.
Too painful.
Ryan hadn’t been trying to help her.
He had been pushing them.
He knew that if Daisy and Samantha believed the gallery still contained evidence from years ago, they would panic.
They would go back.
They would search.
They would expose themselves.
And that was exactly what happened.
They had nowhere left to run.
No family backing them.
No reputation left.
No second chance.
They were desperate people backed into a corner.
And desperate people always made mistakes.
Samantha’s eyes burned with anger.
Before she could say anything else, Officer Wthimore stepped between them.
"Enough."
"Calm down."
"This is a police station. Don’t cause a disturbance."
Only then did Ryan finally look at her.
His expression remained unreadable.
"You can interpret it however you want."
Four simple words.
No explanation.
No defense.
Nothing.
That cold indifference hurt more than anger ever could.
Samantha trembled.
Officer looked at her sternly.
"If you hadn’t been desperate enough to search for traces of your past actions, we would never have found this lead."
"The websites and contact information you entered will be investigated thoroughly."
"We will follow every piece of evidence."
"And this time, the truth will not stay buried."
"No!"
Daisy suddenly stepped forward.
Her face was pale.
"There has to be some misunderstanding."
"It was Logan."
"I didn’t know anything about it."
"It was all him—"
Rose stood near the entrance.
She had been silent the entire time.
The accident.
The one that had destroyed her childhood.
The one everyone called a tragic mistake.
It had been planned.
A hired hit.
A murder.
And because her mother had survived but remained unconscious, Logan had waited.
He needed control of the gallery first.
Then he returned with divorce papers and forced her mother to sign them with her fingerprint.
For more than a decade, her mother had lain helpless in a hospital bed.
And Rose...
She had grown up abandoned.
Unwanted.
Alone.
All because of Daisy and the people behind her.
Now she was hearing Daisy try to escape responsibility.
Something inside Rose finally snapped.
She walked forward.
Grabbed Daisy’s arm.
Forced her to turn around.
Then—
Her hand struck.
The sound echoed through the lobby.
Daisy, unable to steady herself with her hands restrained, fell heavily to the floor.
For a moment, everything went silent.
Then Daisy looked up at Rose in fury.
"Rose!"
"You’ll pay for this!"
"You attacked an elder!"
"You’ll suffer for this!"
Rose looked down at her.
Her eyes were red.
But her voice was frighteningly calm.
"Don’t worry."
"It looks like you’ll be the one answering for your sins first."
"I’ll be watching when the truth comes out."
Daisy’s face changed.
"Rose!"
Officer immediately stepped forward.
"That’s enough."
"Back away."
"We don’t allow fights here."
Rose took two steps back.
Her expression remained empty.
But tears slipped from her eyes.
Not because she was weak.
Because after holding everything inside for so many years...
The pain finally had somewhere to go.
Samantha watched the scene unfold.
She was already at her breaking point.
Seeing Rose attack Daisy only made her anger explode.
She grabbed a heavy decorative piece from a nearby table.
If everything was already ruined...
Then she would at least make Rose suffer.
She raised it above her head.
But before she could bring it down—
A hand caught her wrist.
Hard.
Pain shot through her arm.
The strength of the grip was almost unbearable.
Samantha gasped.
Cold sweat appeared on her forehead.
Slowly, she looked up.
Ryan.
His eyes were terrifying.
Dark.
Cold.
Filled with a warning she had never seen before.
The fear that rushed through her was instinctive.
Her fingers loosened.
The decorative piece slipped from her hand.
Officer quickly caught it before it hit the ground.
His expression hardened.
"Do you understand where you are?"
"Do you want to become a suspect too?"
He had dealt with many criminals.
But he had rarely seen people lose control this completely.
He turned to the officers.
"Take Daisy to the interrogation room."
Daisy immediately started crying.
"No!"
"You can’t do this!"
But no one listened.
The officers escorted her away.
Only then did Ryan release Samantha.
She clutched her aching wrist.
But the pain wasn’t what broke her.
It was what she had seen in Ryan’s eyes.
For a moment...
She had seen something she had never seen before.
Not anger.
Not disappointment.
Something colder.
Something final.
By the time Rose turned around, the chaos had already ended.
Staff members were escorting Samantha away.
"Please cooperate."
"We will contact your family if there are any updates."
Samantha was taken outside.
Rose watched her leave before turning back to Officer.
"I hope this case is investigated thoroughly."
"The truth needs to come out."
"And whoever is responsible needs to pay."
Officer nodded.
"We’ll handle everything according to procedure."
"Since this case was reopened more than ten years after the incident, there will be complications."
"But fortunately..."
He glanced toward Ryan.
"We caught an important suspect today."
"And we have Mr. Knight to thank."
"He was the one who contacted us and provided the information that allowed us to catch them."
He looked between Rose and Ryan.
"You two should know each other, right?"
Rose was about to answer.
Ryan spoke first.
"We know each other."
Officer smiled.
"Then that’s easier."
Rose looked at him.
"We were married for seven years."
Officer froze.
"You were married?"
Rose’s emotions were already stretched thin.
Without thinking, she answered:
"Not anymore."
This time, Ryan didn’t correct her.
Officer immediately understood.
Some matters were better left to the people involved.
"If we need your cooperation later, we’ll contact you."
"For now, wait for further updates."
Rose nodded.
Daisy still had a long interrogation ahead.
She couldn’t force the process.
The most important thing was that the truth, which had been buried for more than a decade, had finally begun to surface.
She turned and walked outside.
As for Ryan...
A complicated feeling flashed through her eyes.
She still couldn’t understand him.
But Ryan didn’t explain.
He simply followed behind her.
Silent.
Calm.
Until they reached the entrance.
Someone stepped into their path.
Samantha.
She hadn’t left.
Her pride was gone.
Her anger was gone.
All that remained was desperation.
She rushed toward Ryan.
"Ryan."
"Please."
"I have nothing left."
"I don’t care about Sky High anymore."
"I don’t care about anything else."
She grabbed his sleeve.
"But my mother..."
"Please."
"Don’t do this to me."
"Can you let us go?"
Samantha had one thing left to fear.
Daisy’s hidden offshore account.
She knew nothing about it.
She hadn’t even received any money.
If Daisy was arrested and investigators traced everything...
What would happen to her and Mike?
She could survive hardship.
But Mike was still young.
How would they live?
Rose watched quietly.
Then Ryan looked past Samantha.
Toward Rose.
His voice was calm.
"The person you need to apologize to isn’t me."
Samantha froze.
She understood.
Slowly, she turned.
Her eyes met Rose’s.
Hatred filled them.
Bitter.
Painful.
But deep down, she knew Ryan was right.
She had ignored Rose because she had hoped Ryan would save her.
Now she had nowhere else to turn.
No escape.
No bargaining chip.
Samantha clenched her teeth.
Then, slowly...
She lowered herself.
She knelt.
Every movement was filled with humiliation.
She crawled toward Rose.
"Rose..."
Her voice trembled.
"I’m begging you."
"Please."
"Give me a way out."
"Think of it as doing something good for your daughter."
"Please."