Rafael's POV
I expected that baffled look from her—brows drawn together, mouth hanging open, completely at a loss for words.
"Go… go back, you mean?"
"Go back to Liechester," I replied shortly.
Her face dimmed the moment she heard the name Liechester. I hesitated, curling the corner of my lips before continuing. Our fingers were tangled together, and I could feel her squeezing my hand harder, as if grounding herself.
"Is it my father's doing?" she asked, the one question I had hoped to avoid.
I drew in a long, heavy breath before answering.
"Yes. Rodrique managed to hack Feren Howel's laptop and went through everything inside. We found the ledger, solid enough to rot Feren in prison, but…"
I glanced at her darkened expression.
"But?" she pressed.
"But Housley's name wasn't in it. It felt like an entirely different ledger from the one I saw on the dead accountant's laptop."
