Chapter 855

"Your face may be handsome, but your heart is cold," Callie exclaimed, her voice laced with anger. "Do you not understand that if either Helen or I end up in prison, it will stain our lives forever?" "And why should I care?" Owen retorted, his tone indifferent. "I'm just doing my duty as a responsible citizen. Whatever consequences you face are your own doing." "You—" Callie struggled to contain her frustration, searching for words to shift Owen's callous perspective. Before she could speak further, Helen raised a hand to silence her. "It seems you have no intention of telling the truth, do you?" Helen asked calmly. Owen sighed disdainfully, sitting upright and leaning back in his chair. "Is this your attempt at coercing a confession through torture? My apologies, I mean 'extracting a statement under duress,'" he mocked. "Too bad, Helen," he continued firmly. "No matter what you do, I'll keep saying it—You're the one responsible for that person's death. You won't make me change my