She rose to her feet, a flash of steel in her eyes.

“You’re the one who brought Eric back into this family! If you fail to protect him, the Scott legacy—the empire you’ve built since your youth—will crumble to dust!”

Her voice turned razor-sharp.

“Can’t you see that? Or are you pretending not to? If you don’t rein in Gifford and Bianca, Eric will never know peace! All these years, he—”

Her gaze chilled with each word.

“Every ounce of his suffering has been because of you! You cannot stand idle any longer!”

Ferris stared at her as if he were seeing her for the first time. After a long silence, he nodded.

“I understand… I’ll take care of this.”

Then, turning to Ernest, he said, “Mr. Flynn, the police—I’ll leave them to you.”

“You have my word, Mr. Scott,” Ernest replied firmly.

“Eric is my family too.”

For now, they shared the same mission—getting justice for Eric.

“Then I’ll take my leave.” Ferris gripped his cane, rising to go.

Just before stepping out, he cast Hadley a glance, his tone uncharacteristically civil.

“Thank you… for what you’ve done for Eric.”

And with that, he left.

Hadley stood frozen for a moment, startled. Ferris—who had always looked down on her—had just spoken with courtesy?

Days later, visitation was finally permitted.

Ernest and Hadley hurried over together.

When they arrived, Ferris had already come and gone, crossing paths with them at the entrance.

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“You’re here?” Ferris gave a faint nod toward the interrogation room, addressing Hadley.

“Go in. Talk to him as much as you can.”

“Alright.” Hadley blinked, faintly unsettled.

In the past few days, Ferris had treated her with an unusual kindness.

Meanwhile, Cristian wrapped up the necessary paperwork.

“Goodbye, Mr. Scott.”

“Take care.”

Soon after, Ernest and Hadley entered the visitation room.

“Hadley?” At the sound of movement, Eric lifted his head—and there she was.

“Eric!” Hadley crossed the room in quick strides, her eyes locked on him.

She scanned him carefully across the table.

Eric looked fine enough—clean clothes, beard trimmed. Yet the dark circles beneath his eyes betrayed his exhaustion.

His hands were still cuffed.

Hadley’s chest tightened with an ache.

Ernest followed close behind.

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