Chapter 90 Desperate investigation

For a long time, Mariama stood there, staring at the closed door. Her mind raced, replaying every interaction with Nancy over the past weeks, searching for signs she might have missed, clues that could have prevented this betrayal. A soft knock at the door jolted her from her thoughts. "Come in," she called, her voice rough. Lizabeth entered, her face etched with concern. "Mariama? Is everything okay? I saw Nancy leave. She looked... upset." Mariama laughed bitterly. "Upset? That's one way to put it. Lizabeth, Nancy was the leak. She's been feeding information to Franco and Laura for weeks." Lizabeth gasped, her hand flying to her mouth. "Nancy? But... why?" Mariama sank into her chair, suddenly feeling exhausted. "She claims Agamemnon threatened her family. That she had no choice." "Oh, Mariama," Lizabeth said softly, moving to stand beside her. "I'm so sorry. I know how much you trusted her." Mariama's laugh was hollow. "Trusted. Past tense. I don't know if I can trust anyone