Seth yelped in pain, dropping the utility knife with a loud clatter.
Matthew, who had been watching every move, didn’t hesitate for a second. He rushed forward, grabbed Reese, and pulled her behind him, shielding her with his body.
“You’re dead!” Seth shouted, his voice full of rage. He yanked a switchblade from his belt and lunged straight at Matthew’s chest.
Matthew’s eyes sharpened. He blocked Seth’s arm, shoving Reese farther out of harm’s way. The blade sliced across his forearm, blood instantly blooming through his black sleeve.
Reese’s eyes went wide. She gasped, her voice breaking. “Matthew!”
But Matthew didn’t flinch. He swung back, landing a punch right on Seth’s face. Blood gushed from Seth’s nose as he staggered back.
“Go!” Roman barked.
A group of officers rushed in, tackling Seth to the ground and snapping handcuffs on him. The danger was over.
Reese ran to Matthew’s side, her eyes brimming with tears as she saw the blood pouring down his arm. “Are you okay? Does it hurt?” She reached out, then hesitated, afraid to hurt him more.
Matthew reached up and gently ruffled her hair, a faint smile on his lips. “I’m fine, really. Just a scratch.” He was a little pale, but his eyes stayed calm and steady, full of warmth and reassurance. That quiet confidence made Reese’s heart skip.
Reese looked at him, her emotions all tangled up—anger, disappointment, and finally, relief. “It’s over now. You’re safe.”
Alex looked up, took a shaky breath, and finally found his resolve. “Grace wanted me dead. She was never going to let me go. Grace really was involved in your mother’s accident. If you need someone to testify, I will. I still have the recording. I made it by accident all those years ago, and I asked my cousin to hide it for me.”
Roman’s eyes lit up with hope. “Where’s your cousin?”
Alex answered, his voice clear and steady. “He’s in Greenville. The address is...”

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