Felix let out a heavy sigh, shoulders sagging as the dim light made him look even more tired.
“Why…”
Nancy stood frozen, struggling to believe any of this was real. She kept glancing at Jonah, but he wouldn’t even look back at her.
“Why?” Felix turned to Jonah, his voice sharp. “Why don’t you explain? Why has it come to this?”
“I’ve tried so hard to protect my daughter. I’ve worked to raise two exceptional children. Tell me, what was it all for?”
Jonah kept his head down, his stance perfectly straight, almost rigid.
He spoke quietly. “You’ve done your best, Father. But since Nancy can’t move past her mother’s death, maybe she just isn’t meant to stay in this family.”
“She’s not right for the Watson family? And you are?” Felix raised an eyebrow, watching Jonah with a half-smile.
He’d known about their secret scheming for nearly a year.
To him, though, they were just kids. He never took their plans seriously.
However, Jonah was an outsider, no matter what. The way Nancy clung to him always rubbed Felix the wrong way.
That’s why Felix had decided to set a trap for Jonah tonight.
He’d planned everything: the moment Jonah opened the safe, the alarm would go off, and Felix would have him arrested for stealing confidential documents.
He figured that once Jonah was gone, Nancy, crushed by betrayal, would be completely under his control.
If she wouldn’t love him, he’d control her another way.
They were family, after all. Things didn’t have to get ugly—at least, not too ugly.
But Felix never expected Jonah to turn the tables so quickly.
The second Felix set his plan in motion, Jonah came straight to him, confessed everything Nancy had been plotting, and even agreed to help lure her into Felix’s snare.
Jonah’s goal was simple.

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