Chapter 92: Confrontations and Revelations

The morning light filtered through the curtains of William’s bedroom, casting a pale glow over the room. He hadn’t slept well, the images of last night haunted him even in his dreams. He knew he couldn’t delay the confrontation any longer. Today was the day he would get answers. He got dressed quickly, his movements brisk and determined. Heading downstairs, he found Kimberly in the kitchen, casually sipping her morning coffee, completely unaware of the storm of what awaits her. “Good morning,” she greeted him with a smile. “Did you sleep well?” William forced a tight smile. “We need to talk.” Kimberly’s expression faltered. “About what?” “Let’s go to study,” he said, his voice clipped. As they entered the study, William closed the door behind them. Kimberly’s uneasiness was palpable. She sat down, and William remained standing, pacing back and forth. “Last night,” he began, “I received an anonymous message from someone who told me to go to the Royal Plaza Hotel, Room 312. And do