My Husband's Betrayal My Brothers' Revenge (Rebekah) novel Chapter 193

"My parents were in the hospital, and Candice helped pay for some of their medical bills," Grant confessed, his voice heavy with shame. "She told me to cause a scene at the anniversary. I didn't know what else to do…"

Candice had promised to pay him the rest of the money after he did it. But after he was taken away by the police, he tried to contact her, only for her to go back on her word. She claimed he hadn't done the job properly and refused to pay him another cent. When he tried calling again, he found she had blocked his number.

"If that's the case, then you must know who the real driver was in that hit-and-run five months ago," Rebekah pressed.

Grant lowered his head, silent for a long moment before finally answering. "I saw her. I saw Candice get out of the car, look at the… the person who died, and then she panicked, got back in the car, and drove off."

"Will you testify for me?" Rebekah asked, her hands gripping her pants tightly. This was her only chance.

Grant fell silent again. He had run away that night precisely to avoid this kind of trouble. The car in the accident was clearly expensive, and he didn't dare cross powerful people, terrified of retaliation. And from his brief interactions with Candice, he knew she was a ruthless woman.

He didn't speak.

Jensen let out a cold snort. "You had the guts to cause a scene at a university event, but now you're too scared to tell the truth?" He pointed at Rebekah. "I don't understand. You were willing to do Candice's dirty work for a fraction of your parents' medical bills, but when Rebekah pays for everything and asks you to help clear her name, you refuse. Is it because you think she's an easier target?"

Jensen's words hit Grant like a punch, leaving him stunned and speechless. Why? Why would he do something wrong for someone like Candice for a bit of money, but not do the right thing for Rebekah after she had helped him so much? It was a simple matter of telling the truth.

Rebekah shook her head without explaining. Her grandmother's death anniversary was at the end of the month. Until then, she didn't want anything to distract from preparing for it. It was her last act of devotion to her grandmother's memory—to ensure that everyone in the Fletcher family, including Candice, could be there to honor her.

Grant didn't press further and simply agreed.

As they were leaving, Rebekah's gaze fell upon a family photo on the living room wall. Yvonne was in it, still looking like a high school student, standing off to the side with a forced smile. The photo must have been taken around the time her family was forcing her to drop out of school. A time when Yvonne felt her life was hopeless.

Rebekah spoke suddenly, her voice cool. "Yvonne told me in high school that in your family, you were the kindest one to her."