From a Wrong Turn to Mr. Right novel Chapter 389

Carmen Gates’s pupils contracted, a flood of memories crashing through her mind in an instant.

The look in her eyes grew heavier, sadness deepening into outright despair. By the end, her gaze was nothing but self-mockery and bitter emptiness.

Olivia Bennett spoke up, her voice cool and even. “This isn’t hard to investigate, Carmen, and I have no reason to lie to you. I’ll give you three minutes to think it over.”

She paused, then added, “Oh, and one more thing: Mason Bennett’s already made his move against you. He’s made it clear—he wants you out of the picture.”

And with that, Olivia let her words hang in the air, the decision now left for Carmen alone.

Carmen felt like her heart was being torn in two.

All she could hear was Olivia’s words—and the echo of Hilary’s taunts and smug laughter.

She should’ve seen it coming.

After the accident, Mason’s cold indifference should’ve been a dead giveaway.

She thought she was outsmarting Mason, but he’d seen her as a threat all along—someone he needed to get rid of, no matter what.

He coddled that woman, treated her bastard like royalty.

And all for what? To ruin her life and Lavinia’s, just because Lavinia stood in their way?

He wanted to hand the whole Bennett legacy to that outsider? Over her dead body.

A mix of fury and grief burned inside Carmen. Her eyes rimmed red as she stared at Olivia. “You promise? You’ll save my Lavinia?”

Olivia nodded once, solemn.

Tears shimmered in Carmen’s eyes, but her resolve was suddenly steely. “Fine. I’ll give you the evidence.”

For the first time since she’d entered, a flicker of emotion crossed Olivia’s otherwise unreadable face—a glint of hope, maybe.

She stepped out of the hospital room, where Ethan Carter was waiting in the hallway.

He’d heard everything.

Seeing her, he drew her into a warm embrace, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “You’re amazing, you know that?”

Olivia wrapped her arms around his waist, leaning into his chest, saying nothing.

A group of police officers strode in, badges flashed. The lead officer’s tone was grave. “Mason Bennett, you’re under arrest for two counts of first-degree murder. Please come with us.”

Every head in the boardroom snapped toward Mason.

Even Daniel Gill, usually unreadable, stared at Mason, eyes narrowed, trying to process what he’d just heard.

Mason’s face twisted in shock and outrage. “Officer, there must be some mistake. Murder? That’s impossible.”

“We have the evidence we need,” the officer replied flatly. With a wave, two other cops stepped forward, snapping cuffs on Mason before he could react.

It happened so fast, Mason didn’t even have time to protest before his wrists were bound.

He dropped the act, anger flaring in his eyes. “Let me go! You can’t do this in front of everyone!”

The police were unmoved. “Save it for the station.”

And with that, two officers marched him from the room.

Daniel Gill finally found his voice, calling after them, “Wait—are you sure there’s not some mistake?”