“Okay, get some rest. I’m hanging up now.”

Rachel ended the call, then turned to face Tyler.

“Before the airport, I need to make a stop somewhere else.”

Tyler wasn’t surprised at all by her request. “I know. Let’s go.”

With that, he picked up his coat from the sofa, grabbed her suitcase, and headed out.

Rachel was caught off guard when he walked ahead of her. She hurried to catch up.

“You do? How could you possibly know?”

She had only made this decision just moments ago. She was afraid that if she waited until she came back, it might already be too late.

She wasn’t sure if the place Tyler was thinking of was the same place she had in mind.

After buckling her seatbelt, she turned to him. “Are we really talking about the same place, Tyler? Tell me where we’re going first. I don’t want us wasting time by ending up at the wrong spot."

Tyler smiled, said nothing, and started the engine.

Part of her wanted to see if they really were in sync. In the end, she chose to trust him.

When the car finally stopped in front of the detention center, Rachel looked at Tyler in stunned silence for a moment.

“How did you know I wanted to come here?”

Tyler reached over and ruffled her hair. “I know you better than you know yourself. Like Sunny. Even if she can’t talk, the second she lifts her tail, you know exactly what she’s about to do.”

Rachel was listening fine at first, but the more he talked, the more wrong it sounded. She twisted his arm with a scowl.

“Did you really just compare me to Sunny?”

“And you forgot the times you compared me to Sunny?”

Tyler leaned down, unbuckled her seatbelt for her, and together they walked into the detention center.

Yvette sat across from them in a blue-gray prison uniform. Her hair was cut short, and her face was pale. When she saw Rachel, she instinctively straightened her back, though her eyes still carried a faint, unshakable resistance.

“Grandpa passed away a few days ago.” Rachel slid a photo across the glass. Her voice remained flat and calm. “I buried him next to Dad.”

Yvette’s gaze landed on the photo. Her fingers pressed hard against the table, and her knuckles turned white.

She opened her mouth to make a hoarse sound. Suddenly, her tears started falling.

“Wasn’t Grandpa just fine? How did he…”

Yvette hadn’t expected both her closest relatives to die one after the other.

The cruelest irony was that, logically speaking, Rachel was now the only family she had left.

In these past days inside the detention center, Yvette had already thought through a lot. What was the point of fighting Rachel all this time?

It had always been her own one-sided battle. She imagined Rachel as an enemy to compete with, but Rachel had never truly fought her.

It was her own grudges, which were too deeply rooted, that made her see Rachel as a rival.

To put it bluntly, her own foundation had been unstable. Instead of reflecting inward, she had shifted all the blame onto others.

Rachel felt she had said everything that needed saying and was ready to hang up the receiver.

Yvette’s muffled sobs came through the phone from the other side of the glass.

“I’m sorry.”

She looked up with tears in her eyes, but her voice was steady. “I’ll tell the police everything. The wire transfers and leaking company secrets, I’ll confess to all of it.”

Rachel nodded silently and said nothing more.

As she stood to leave, Yvette’s desperate cry rang out from behind her,

“Rachel! Pay my respects to Grandpa!”

Rachel didn’t stop walking. She had already done so back at the burial grounds.

When she reached Tyler’s side, her face was calm, and her voice was steady.

“Let’s head to the airport.”

“Okay.”

Tyler slipped his arm around her shoulders. She could feel his warm palm through the fabric of her shirt, as if silently lending her comfort.