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Chapter_212
The room seemed to go silent for a moment as Eric’s confession hung in the air. His voice, weak but filled with bitterness, echoed through the interrogation room, and his words struck everyone in the observation room like a cold wave.
Yvette’s eyes, still sharp and calculating, never wavered from Eric as he spoke. She was calm, almost too calm, as if she had already anticipated his outburst. She didn’t seem surprised by his admission, nor did she show any signs of satisfaction. She simply continued to eat her candy, as though Eric’s confession was just another step in the game.
Andrew, still sitting next to Zane, let out a low whistle. “Well, that’s a twist,” he muttered. “No hired hitman, just some guy who hated rich people. That’s… disappointing.”
Zane, still rattled from the scene he’d witnessed just moments before, let out a sigh of relief. “At least we know the truth now. But… is it really that simple?”
Jeremiah, who had been watching Yvette throughout the ordeal, spoke up. His voice was steady and indifferent, though there was an underlying admiration for her methods. “Sometimes the simplest answers are the most truthful ones. What he’s said makes sense in its own way.” His eyes narrowed, the coolness of his expression giving little away. “But we can’t just take him at his word.”
Wyatt nodded. “Agreed. Even if he’s telling the truth about his reasons, there’s still more to uncover. The question is, why Zachary? And why now?” He glanced over at Zane, unsure how to proceed with the case.
Zane rubbed the back of his neck, still processing everything. “There’s a bigger picture here. I mean, if it’s really just about hate… then there’s something deeper going on. Why Zachary? Why this accident?” He paused. “We need to dig into Eric’s life a bit more. Maybe this hate goes beyond just the rich.”
Meanwhile, in the interrogation room, Eric sat on the floor, still shaking, his face pale and sweaty. He hadn’t expected things to go this far. It was one thing to have a plan and another to experience the full weight of its consequences. Yvette’s presence was still looming over him, and he couldn’t shake the memory of her grip tightening around his neck. He was terrified, but he couldn’t back down now—not after admitting everything. The fear of her made him want to run, but he knew he couldn’t. Not without facing consequences.
Yvette, seeing his growing fear, finally spoke again, her voice as soft and casual as before, “You’re lying. There’s something you’re not telling me, Eric. You don’t just wake up one day and decide to throw away your life for a moment of petty revenge.”
Eric flinched, but Yvette’s gaze held him in place. “Tell me who’s really behind this. Who told you to crash that truck? You can’t expect me to believe it was all your decision.”
Eric’s breathing was shallow, his mind racing. He was caught between wanting to protect whoever had masterminded this and the undeniable fear of Yvette. She wasn’t just a woman—she was a force, something he had never encountered before. There was no room for lies here, and no one to protect him from the truth.
His body trembled as he looked up at her again. “I can’t tell you. I can’t… you won’t understand.” His voice cracked, betraying the fear that still gripped him.
Yvette didn’t flinch. Instead, she stood and slowly walked over to him, her footsteps deliberate. She paused just in front of him, looking down with an intensity that made Eric feel small and insignificant.
“Try me,” she said softly, but there was an undeniable sharpness in her voice. “You’d be better off telling me. The more you lie, the worse it’ll get for you.”
Eric’s mind raced. He couldn’t bring himself to spill the name of whoever was behind this. The fear of retaliation kept him silent. But then, a thought crossed his mind—if he told her the truth, maybe she would let him go. He wasn’t sure. He just knew he couldn’t handle much more of this.
He opened his mouth, but before he could speak, there was a sharp knock on the door.
“Mr. Chappell,” Lachlan’s voice echoed from the hallway, “the higher-ups are requesting an update.”
Yvette glanced at the door, her expression unchanged. “Tell them to wait,” she said without taking her eyes off Eric. “We’re not done yet.”
Lachlan hesitated, sensing the tension in the air. “Understood, Ms. Zeller.”
The door clicked shut, and for a moment, the room fell silent once more. Eric’s heart raced, his body still reeling from the encounter, but now he knew there was no turning back. Yvette was still holding the reins, and he had no idea how far she would go to get the truth.
“Who hired you, Eric?” Yvette’s voice cut through the silence like a blade.
Eric swallowed hard, the weight of the question pressing down on him. The fear of betrayal gnawed at him, but the fear of Yvette was greater. With a shaky breath, he finally spoke, his voice barely above a whisper.
“His name’s Lucas… Lucas Wilson. He’s the one who wanted Zachary gone.”
Yvette’s eyes narrowed. “And why Lucas? What’s his connection to Zachary?”
Eric hesitated, but the thought of Yvette’s hand around his throat pushed him to speak faster. “He’s… he’s Zachary’s brother. They had a falling out years ago. Lucas has been bitter ever since.”
Yvette’s lips curled into a satisfied smile, but there was no joy in it. Only a calculated understanding of the information she’d just uncovered.
“Good boy, Eric,” she said softly. “You’re almost there.”
Eric slumped back against the wall, feeling both relief and fear. The truth had come out, but in the end, it didn’t matter—he was still trapped in this web, and there was no escaping it now.
