Graham paused, seemingly taken aback by her quick assumption of his motives.


    Eventually, he spoke.


    “Could you return to Peace Mountain? There’s something I need to discuss with you in person.


    ”


    “Okay,” Lucinda responded, then promptly ended the call.


    She requested a copy of N’s confession from Sonny and drove directly to Peace Mountain.


    In the grandeur of Graham’s master bedroom, he sat at the bed’s edge, a box clutched in his hands, gazing out the window in deep contemtion.


    Lucinda, maintaining her politeness, rapped on the frame of the already open door and entered, her high heels clicking on the floor.


    “Is this about Valerie? I recall her mother sacrificed her life for yours.


    Are you expecting me to convince Nathan to be lenient under these circumstances?” she inquired.


    Graham met her gaze, silent, offering no denial to her spection.


    With a disdainful smile, Lucinda withdrew N’s statement from her bag and tossed it to Graham.


    “Our mother may have been ill, but her death wasn’t natural.


    Valerie removed her oxygen mask in secret.


    Our father was aware and yet he chose to turn a blind eye.


    See for yourself the true nature of the person you’ve shielded,” she dered.


    Graham stared at her, his expression one of sheer disbelief.


    Struggling to process the revtions, Graham’s face was a mix of deep suspicion and shock.


    Without hesitation, he began to pore over the document, searching for understanding.


    Lucinda, meanwhile, didn’t simply stand by idly.


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    She boasted about removing our mother’s oxygen mask, relishing in the terror she saw in our mother’s eyes as she died.


    For years, not an ounce of guilt troubled her.


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    All your efforts to aid her, yet to Valerie, you’re merely a means to an end.


    Graham, does it not weigh on you, supporting such a ruthless person while your own sister suffers?”


    With each word, Lucinda’s anger intensified.


    Her fists tightened, her eyes zing with a desire for justice, as if she wished Valerie would vanish into thin air.


    Graham, haunted by the words in the confession, could barely whisper, “How is this possible…”


    Lucinda observed his disbelief, inhaling deeply to regain herposure.


    “Whether you believe it or not is your choice.


    But be assured, as a Simmons, she won’t face death.


    This saga is too old, and she was too young.


    Execution is off the table, but I yearn for her to endure life behind bars, longing for the end, paying for her sins lifelong.


    ”


    With those chilling words, Lucinda turned and departed.


    Graham, still engrossed in the confession, hardly noticed.


    The box resting on hisp, filled with mementos of their mother, remained unshared, as Lucinda left without seeing them.


    Graham sat there, lost in thought, long after Lucinda had left.


    Valerie’s confession implicated his mother’s distress, suggesting she was driven to madness upon discovering their father’s affair with his mistress.


    However, at that time, Graham was old enough to remember things clearly.