Even in Darkness She Chose to Rise (Tatiana and Jasper) novel Chapter 242

**TITLE: Even the Night Couldn’t Silence Her Light 242**

**Chapter 242: The Puppet**

The day Ann had called him was etched in Hubert’s memory, though at first, he couldn’t quite comprehend the urgency of her words. His father, usually so composed and formidable, had dashed out of the study with an intensity that was startling. In a flurry, he snatched the watch from the table, his eyes darting as he checked the location. Within moments, he had seized Hubert by the arm, and they were racing out the door, his father’s panic palpable, far exceeding Hubert’s own anxiety. It was unsettling to witness such a shift in his father’s demeanor; the man who normally exuded strength and control was now a whirlwind of fear and determination. Something was undeniably wrong.

“Hubert, you did ask for the best doctors to see her, didn’t you?” His father’s voice was sharp, laced with urgency.

Hubert met his father’s intense gaze, feeling a shiver run down his spine. He nodded fervently, his heart racing. “Yes, yes, yes! Ms. Tati needs a thorough check-up! Please, we need to help her!”

Even Ann, her eyes wide with worry, turned to her mother with a desperate plea. “Mommy, please check her carefully again. She’s hurt badly!”

Faced with the earnestness of their combined pleas, Tatiana, though initially hesitant, relented and allowed the doctors to proceed with their examination.

The results were troubling. They found that the ankle fracture had exacerbated an old injury, a ligament severely damaged and requiring minor surgery.

Tatiana’s heart sank at the news, but she forced a smile, trying to reassure everyone. “No, it’s fine. It doesn’t affect anything,” she insisted, her voice steadier than she felt. The injury was a remnant from her time at the rehab center, a shadow of her past that she had hoped to leave behind. She had altered her appearance, but her body bore the scars of that time. If Jasper were to uncover these medical records, it could raise suspicions she wasn’t ready to face.

Once the examination was over, the identity of the deceased was confirmed. Anna, her anger palpable, filled Tatiana in on the grim details.

“The girl who died was named Carol. She looked older, but she was only seventeen—a dropout living off her parents, consumed by her obsession with Harpie. It’s infuriating! She was his biggest fan. When he didn’t top the charts, she took matters into her own hands, obtaining explosives and a maintenance uniform to infiltrate Thousand Corp and blow it all up!”

The police had examined the backpack left at the scene, and the results sent chills down their spines: had she not been discovered, the concentration of explosives could have resulted in catastrophic loss of life. Now she was gone, and the chance for justice slipped away. Anna was beside herself with rage, cursing the situation for days on end.

Yet, as the chaos unfolded around her, Tatiana found herself lost in thought. “It wasn’t her,” she said slowly, her voice contemplative. “She was just a puppet.”

Anna blinked in confusion. “What do you mean by that?”

“An ordinary teenage girl wouldn’t have the means to acquire illegal explosives. They’re not easy to come by, nor is a maintenance uniform or ID. Everything happened too seamlessly for her.” The pieces didn’t fit together, and the unfortunate reality was that Carol was dead, leaving them with no leads to follow.

Anna’s face paled as she began to grasp the implications. “Who could be so cruel?”

**Chapter 242: The Puppet**

The answer was painfully clear. The only person capable of manipulating a fan into such a deadly act was Harpie himself. But proving it was an entirely different matter.

Later, Anna provided her statement to the police, and the case was swiftly closed. Carol’s family collected her body, and the weight of the tragedy hung heavily in the air.

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