Chapter 675

None of this was a coincidence. It was a meticulously crafted plan. Tiffany exploited his fear of death, guiding him to commit an unforgivable mistake. Everything unfolded seamlessly. Jeffrey was convicted, sentenced, and destined to spend the rest of his life in prison.

Jeffrey’s eyes burned with rage; his blood boiled with the desire to confront Tiffany and tear her apart. But then he recalled that day atop Sanctuary Mountain, the way Tiffany had moved, and the inexplicable stiffness that had overtaken his body. He began to wonder if those supernatural events had also been her doing. But if that were the case, it would only raise more questions. He wracked his brain, unable to make sense of it.

Still, one thing was certain: He would not take this humiliation lying down. Keeping his head down to avoid being recognized, he dared not take a taxi. Instead, he walked to a park two streets away from his home. He suspected the police might be staking out his house, so going back was not an option.

In the park, he borrowed an elderly man’s phone to call home. To his surprise, Molly answered.

“Hello, who is this?” she asked.

“It’s me,” Jeffrey replied.

“Dad?” Molly was stunned. She had left home and wasn’t planning to return. The fact that her father had not only attempted murder but also become a fugitive was a heavy blow. She scolded him, “Dad, how could you even think of harming Aunt Thalia? She’s always been so good to us. What were you thinking?”

Before Jeffrey could respond, Molly furiously scolded him, making his face darken. “Shut up and bring me some money, now!”

With cash in hand, he figured he could go into hiding until things cooled down.

“Dad, you need to turn yourself in,” Molly said. “Running won’t help. You might evade the law for a day or two, but can you really escape forever?”

“Are you deaf? Do what I said!” Jeffrey roared, his patience snapping. “Bring me the money now if you don’t want me dead!”

“Dad…” Molly sighed in frustration. “Where are you?”

Jeffrey replied, “The park. Walk in and turn right. Remember, it has to be cash, as much as you can get.”

“Fine.” Molly’s eyes flickered with hesitation as she ended the call.

Just then, Kaya descended the stairs. “Molly, who was that?”

“Just a telemarketer,” Molly replied with a faint smile before stepping out with her phone. After a moment of hesitation, she dialed the police.

Chapter 673 (Summary, as it's already edited): Molly reported Jeffrey to the police; he fled and was almost captured but escaped.

Chapter 675 (Continued)

Despite her dire state, a faint hope flickered in Molly's heart. She wondered if Sidney would appear again, as he had last time, to save her from this misery. Even if he only offered her shelter for one night, sparing her from sleeping on the streets, it would be enough. Molly smiled bitterly at her wishful thinking. She knew the last time had been nothing but a coincidence. It wouldn’t happen again.

Her strength gave out, and she collapsed onto the ground. Her vision darkened completely. But just before she lost consciousness, she saw a man hesitatingly approach her. He held a woven bag that seemed oddly familiar—it looked just like the one the homeless man had carried the day he gave her a coat after Jeffrey had thrown her out of the car. A strange sense of peace filled her heart as Molly slipped into unconsciousness.

After Jeffrey’s second escape, the reward for his apprehension rose from twenty thousand dollars to sixty thousand dollars. Every day he remained at large, Thalia’s anxiety grew. Tiffany propped her chin on her hand and decided this couldn’t go on. She resolved to take matters into her own hands. That evening, she clung to Richard’s arm, pleading playfully, “Will you come with me?”

“Where to?” Richard asked.

“For a walk,” Tiffany replied.

Richard chuckled, tapping her on the nose. “Little liar.” Although he teased her, he was already getting out of bed, dressing leisurely. He held out his hand to her with a smile. “Let’s go.”

“You’re the best!” Tiffany didn’t miss the chance to flatter him.

The night was pitch black, with no moon or stars in the sky. Above Royal Bay, two figures shot through the air like meteors, swift and silent. Faint voices could be heard carried on the wind. “The night view is beautiful!”