He Let My Daughter Die, I Took His Fortune

Chapter 2 Trapped

For three straight days, I visited every law firm across Aerio City. Every office turned me away the moment the staff learned my identity.

Alexander had kept his word.

With a single phone call, he'd scared off every lawyer in the city.

I even drove to neighboring towns to ask for help, yet every door stayed firmly shut.

Sebastian showed no mercy, either.

All my bank accounts were completely frozen.

With no money to pay legal fees, I had no choice but to sell my jewelry and designer handbags to scrape together cash.

Still, no one dared buy my things. Even when I slashed prices to rock bottom, potential buyers vanished the second they heard who I was.

Desperation pushed me to apply for loans at local banks, but I faced rejection at every turn.

Once a woman who wanted for nothing, I now looked frantic and desperate, begging bank staff for a chance.

Security guards eventually dragged me out onto the sidewalk.

Parked right beside the building was Alexander's luxury sedan.

The passenger window rolled down slowly, and a faint, triumphant look flashed across Rebecca's face as she sat there.

Alexander tossed another copy of the liability waiver toward me, like tossing loose change to a beggar. "You see now? Without us, you've got nothing. This is your last chance. Sign the paper, and you can come home."

I stared at Alexander as if he were a total stranger.

That passenger seat was always mine once. He had never spoken to me in such cold, bitter tones before.

I shot a sharp glare at Rebecca.

Old memories flooded back uninvited.

Years ago, Sebastian, Alexander, and Bruce went hiking.

A sudden downpour trapped them high in the mountains.

When rescue teams found them the next morning, they spotted Rebecca's husband lying not far from the group, his body already cold and stiff.

Alexander told me their party had slipped down a muddy slope during the storm and passed out.

They would have died for sure if Rebecca's husband hadn't risked everything to save them.

Out of gratitude, I sent Rebecca two million dollars and a custom plaque honoring her husband's bravery.

Back then, she asked me one small favor: to pull every news report about her husband's rescue and the mountain storm from all media platforms.

I agreed without a second thought.

A man who'd saved my family deserved my kindness.

I never imagined that years later, his own child would push my daughter to her death in the water.

'What if Rebecca put her son up to this?'

The thought made my blood run cold.

I would never let Amelia's death stay buried as a meaningless accident—not even for the sake of a man who'd once saved my husband's life.

I turned on my heel and walked away, not sparing Alexander another glance.

Rebecca's soft, simpering voice drifted out from the car behind me. "Alexander, don't stop me. I need to go apologize to Ms. Quinn. If I keep trying, she'll change her mind."

Alexander's voice boomed with clear irritation. "We've coddled her far too long. All she does is throw childish fits. Don't waste your time apologizing. Let her learn what it's like to struggle out here on her own."

Wind swept across my cheeks, stinging my eyes.

They once told me they loved my naive, carefree side.

I was too blind, too hopeful to see the truth.

From this day on, I would chase justice for my daughter, and I would do it all by myself.