Rebirth Into My Second Chance

"Where you off to?" Max called after me, his voice trailing behind me as I stormed away.

I yelled without looking back, "I'm going to the police station to spill all the dirt on Tracey. Let's see how you protect her after I tell them everything she's done, from arson to murder!"

But this time, Max didn't follow. So, I went and found Ronald.

Ronald looked a bit surprised to see me but quickly composed himself. "What brings you here?"

"I need to check some case files," I said, trying to sound more in control than I felt.

Ronald hesitated but eventually led me to start the paperwork.

"Are these all the recent cases of burned bodies?" I frowned, looking through a stack of case files.

Ronald put his hands on his hips and nodded. "Yes, all recent. All the victims were pregnant women. It's been tough to get fingerprints or DNA, and even when we find the victims' families, they refuse to identify them." I chuckled dryly, my eyes landing on the name May. I felt like I had seen that name before.

Wasn't there a girl named May adopted from the orphanage? I just can't remember if her last name was Goodwin.

Flipping through more files, I noticed all the girls had adoption records.

"Ronald, it seems they were all adopted girls. Can you check which orphanages they were from?" I grabbed Ronald's sleeve, excitement in my voice.

But Ronald seemed to have already known. And he wouldn't look at me, turning his face away.

"Have you already checked their adoption records and found nothing?" I pressed.

Ronald remained silent.

"Or do you know where they were adopted from but can't tell me? Is it the Haven of Hope Orphanage?" My heart raced. Could all these victims be girls adopted from our orphanage? en

Could the culprit be Tracey? She didn't want anyone to know she came from an orphanage and wanted others to take her as a legitimate heiress.Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

I pressed, "You won't answer

because you know Tracey did it, but

since she's Maximilian's chosen fiancée, you won't seek justice for these girls, will you?"

Ronald gave another detective a look and signaled him to pack up the files. I had to let go.

Ronald said, "This isn't as simple as you think. Tracey isn't the killer."

I scoffed. Everything pointed to Tracey, and she even admitted to framing me. But Ronald insisted she wasn't involved.

I didn't buy it. "So, you're all covering for Tracey? Even if it's not her, she must have ordered it!"

I believed in my theory, but Ronald turned away, ending the conversation, and another detective asked me to wait outside.

Sitting in the hallway, I saw Ronald leave the file room and enter a break room.

Determined to stand by my belief and persuade Ronald, I approached the break room, only to overhear Ronald whisper, "We can't keep this hidden forever. Those women were from the Haven of Hope Orphanage. I even removed that part from the files, but she figured it out. Last time, she wanted to check the records. I said no, but you said it was fine. It makes it hard for me."

I clapped my hand over my mouth to keep from making a sound.

There was no response from the other end. Ronald must have been on a call.

Who could make Ronald hide this from me? Max? Was he going to such lengths to protect Tracey?