Nora arrived at the police station to see Monica.
Monica stuck to her story, insisting she just wanted to play with the child—that it wasn’t kidnapping.
But Nora had recorded the call with the kidnapper, and the forensic team had already matched the voice to Monica.
“Monica, no one can help you this time.”
Nora’s gaze was icy. “After everything you’ve done, you’re looking at three to five years, at least.”
The arrogance drained from Monica’s face, leaving her pale and shaken. She clenched her jaw. “I want to see Hans.”
Hans would never abandon her.
He was her brother, after all.
Nora stepped out and let Hans in.
He’d known about the kidnapping for a while. As Hans entered, Monica’s fear gave way to tears, and her composure crumbled—she finally felt like she had someone on her side.
“You have to get me out of this,” she pleaded.
She couldn’t go to prison.
Hans studied her quietly. “The evidence is solid. How do you expect me to save you?”
Monica’s fists clenched. “I… I…”
She hesitated, torn.
She didn’t want to go to jail, but betraying a friend was something she just couldn’t bring herself to do.
Hans could see right through her. He was exasperated.
Really? Even now, she was still thinking about someone else?
“If you tell them who’s behind this, you won’t have to serve time,” Hans said bluntly, trying to shake some sense into her. “Prison isn’t something you just walk away from. It’ll ruin your life. Think about that.”
“I…” Monica lowered her head, a battle raging inside her.
Hans lost his patience.
“Was it Eleanor? Did she put you up to this?” he asked outright.
Monica twisted her fingers anxiously, unable to admit it. She knew how much Hans hated Eleanor. If he found out, he’d probably divorce her on the spot.

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