CHAPTER 506: YOU KILLED HIM

Henrietta arrived at Garcia’s home like a storm cloud, dark and heavy with grief. The large, black sedan pulled up to the sprawling estate with an air of finality. Henrietta stepped out, her tall frame swathed in a black dress that clung to her as if it were mourning, too. Her eyes, red-rimmed and fierce, scanned the house with a look that could melt steel. As she walked towards the front door, her heels clicked against the stone path with a rhythm that mirrored her heartbeat—steady, relentless, unforgiving. Lauretta stood at the door, gripping the doorknob like a lifeline. She had been expecting Henrietta, but nothing could prepare her for the intensity of the woman's presence. Henrietta's dark hair was pulled back into a tight bun, emphasizing her sharp features and the deep lines etched into her face by anguish. Her lips were a thin line, devoid of color, and her eyes burned with a mixture of sorrow and fury that made Lauretta's breath catch in her throat. "Where is he?" Henrietta