The fact that Johnathan woke up at all had shocked everyone—back then, his heart had clearly stopped, and he wasn’t breathing. Maybe it was what they called being “reborn after facing death.”

Only a few people knew he was still alive. It had all started with a sudden idea in his mind—to fake his death.

Once he was "dead," many people would let their guard down, and they’d be able to use that to catch a lot of people connected to the case. To make it believable, they had even held a real funeral. Everyone else had been kept in the dark; only those closest to him knew the truth. Because of that, everything seemed especially real, which led to everything that happened next.

“They’ve already arrested several people from the special hospital. They’re following the leads now,” Maddox said.

The ones from the hospital were just small fry. What really mattered were the people higher up. Besides, with what happened to Johnathan, there had definitely been people who wanted to use the chaos to swallow up the Wynn family. In short, the power struggle behind the scenes was extremely complicated. Everyone tacitly avoided discussing it and stuck to safer topics.

They were all busy people, and there was still a lot of cleanup work left. No one stayed too long. They agreed to meet again over the weekend and then went their separate ways.

Johnathan had a mountain of work to catch up on. He had “died,” and now he was suddenly “alive” again. A lot of things were waiting for him. First up: he had to return to the Wynn family estate.

“Coming with me?”

Johnathan reached out a hand to Sierra. “Grandpa insisted I bring you back with me, no matter what.”

He smiled. “Right now, you’ve got a much better reputation with them than I do.”

Wayne used to have some doubts about Sierra, but after everything that happened, he was completely on her side. Let alone the fact that she’d essentially saved his eldest grandson’s life; just her calm and steady presence during the crisis had deeply impressed him.

Faced with Johnathan’s invitation, Sierra said: “You go handle your business first. I’ll come later. Dickson’s coming over.”

The whole ordeal with Johnathan had been so big that even Dickson had heard about it. He had called several times, but it had been impossible to explain everything over the phone, so he was coming in person today.

“I’ll let Grandpa know we’ll come back a little later. I haven’t seen Dickson in a while, anyway.”

With that agreed, Johnathan left to take care of his affairs.

Dickson arrived shortly after. He had just returned from a training program overseas. He’d first seen the news of Johnathan’s funeral on TV—it had scared him half to death. He’d rushed back on the next available flight.

“Sierra, what the hell happened with you and Johnathan?” Dickson asked anxiously.

Sierra briefly explained the fake-death setup Johnathan had used. Dickson listened, stunned. This whole thing had been that intense? And he hadn’t known a thing! No wonder Sierra had called him before, warning him to be careful. He hadn’t realized things were that dangerous.

“And now? Is it over?”

“It is. The ones who needed to be caught have been caught.”

Hearing that, Dickson finally relaxed.

It had been a while since he’d come home. Johnathan and Sierra had dinner with him, and then the two of them returned to the old estate.

Today, the estate was especially lively. News of Johnathan’s “resurrection” couldn’t be hidden—and they hadn’t tried. Many people came to ask questions, but the old man had sent them all away. Only Chase, Jose, and Susie were allowed to stay.

Chase knew his son didn’t want to see him, but he had still insisted on coming. He just needed to see Johnathan standing there, alive.

What was rare, though, was that this time, Johnathan didn’t show the usual cold rejection when he saw them. He wasn’t warm, but he didn’t turn them away either. He even nodded—that had never happened before.

After “dying,” he had seen clearly who was genuine and who wasn’t. At the funeral, Susie had cried until she fainted. That hadn’t been an act—it had really happened.

Even though he still didn’t understand it, some of the hostility in his heart had faded. But at the same time, his doubts had deepened. If Susie cared that much about him—cared so much about his mother—then why had she done something so unforgivable back then?

The more he thought about it, the more holes he saw in what had happened all those years ago. Because of Johnathan’s rare gesture of goodwill, Chase and Susie, who had been planning to leave, immediately decided to stay. Both of them were visibly emotional.

It had been twenty years. This was the first time Johnathan had ever shown them any kindness.

Wayne watched the scene and felt relieved. After thinking for a moment, he said: “Since everyone’s here today, let’s talk about your marriage.”