Chapter 811

Evelyn Carter and Alexander Hamilton exchanged a glance before silently taking seats on the bench beside Bianca Langley.

Alexander had intended to share his findings, but the sight before him made him swallow his words.

The truth could wait, but this fragile moment of peace wouldn't last.

As the drawstring bag opened, a porcelain figurine resembling Bianca tumbled out, landing on the bench with a delicate chime. The tiny statue bore dried bloodstains—black and jarring—yet remained miraculously intact.

Alexander had witnessed the crash site firsthand.

The mangled front of the vehicle, Adrian Valentine's lifeless body. Who could've imagined this fragile keepsake he carried would survive unscathed?

Bianca's trembling hands retrieved another pouch from her bag. She poured out the fragments, painstakingly assembling Adrian's likeness piece by piece. The two figurines stood side by side, a perfect pair.

Everything else in the bag had been obliterated—even the glasses were shattered beyond recognition.

The sunlight grew harsher as Bianca's face turned paler. Staring at the figurines, she spoke abruptly: "He was murdered."

Evelyn had heard her theory before.

Alexander met Evelyn's gaze, then said quietly, "The driver confessed. He won't talk, but we found leads. Do you want to see him?"

Bianca's hollow eyes stared ahead, her voice raw. "Go on. How much worse can it get?"

Evelyn grasped her icy hand.

"The car was stolen," Alexander stated. "Terminal illness. Drunk driving suicide attempt. Hitting Adrian was accidental."

"But the owner's identity is suspicious—Vincent Croix's classmate."

The name hung in the air like poison.

Bianca shuddered, her lips twisting into a grotesque smile. "I knew... it was him."

No concrete evidence existed, yet the answer screamed at them.

Alexander waited for her to wipe her tears before continuing: "The trail ends here. The owner reported the theft two months ago. Police hit dead ends. Driver won't budge."

Evelyn's blood ran cold. Two months ago—before anyone knew about Bianca and Adrian. What had Vincent been plotting then?

The realization chilled her to the bone.

"Stop investigating." Bianca's tears fell freely. "Vincent only cares about profit. Anyone in his way dies."

Evelyn and Alexander stayed silent. They'd witnessed Vincent's cruelty firsthand. A man who'd abandon his own child was capable of anything.

The trio went to collect Adrian's belongings.

His phone was destroyed beyond repair, only call logs retrievable. The wallet—Bianca's love token—now served as a relic.

"He gave me this." Bianca touched her wristwatch, its hands frozen in time.

Evelyn supported her swaying frame. Since receiving the news, Bianca hadn't eaten or drunk a thing.

She recognized this brink-of-collapse feeling well. Had Alexander not been there when her father passed, she might've shattered too.

Alexander drove back in silence.

At the hotel, an unexpected figure made all three freeze.

Vincent Croix stood waiting outside their door.