With a grave tone, Fernando delivered the devastating news. “Stella’s been in a car accident, and Robin… Robin is dead.”
Matthew’s expression darkened with this revelation. He stood abruptly, his resolve firm as he headed to the hospital.
On the way, his thoughts were turbulent, mirrored by the flurry of speculation and accusation swirling online. Many were quick to cast Stella as the villain in this tragedy.
Fernando relayed more unsettling details. “The road’s surveillance was down yesterday, and nothing odd showed up on Stella’s dashcam. The pen that killed Robin, it matches the one Stella had. And there’s talk-they were arguing at the dealership just before all this went down.”
Matthew remained silent, his expression clouded by a mix of worry and disbelief.
Stella, a murderer? The very idea seemed absurd. Yet, the shocking headline was impossible to ignore.
At that moment, Sanford caught the news too.
His water glass tumbled from his grasp and crashed to the floor, scattering shards everywhere. Declan flashed through his mind as a possible accomplice, but confronting him now could only entangle things further.
Checking on Stella was urgent. With no time to waste, Sanford made a beeline for the hospital.
At the hospital, Matthew found Lindsay already there, her tears flowing freely. She was a wreck, choking out her words to Matthew through sobs.
“How could Stella do this? How could she be so cruel?”
Her voice was thick with pain and anger, her whole frame shaking from the stress.
Matthew’s irritation flickered at the sight of her distress, but he kept his voice gentle, striving for calm. “Let’s take a breath. We don’t have all the facts yet. It’s too soon for any conclusions.”
His eyes stayed steady, radiating calm, hoping to anchor Lindsay back to rationality.
But rationality was a ship long sailed for Lindsay. She stared back at him, her eyes alight with distress. “Are you defending her? Stella’s the murderer! She went with a man to the club to face Robin and beat him up a few days ago. And now, this-planning her revenge.”
Lindsay’s accusations flew sharp and fast, each word slicing through the tense air.
Matthew knitted his brows, replaying the faint trace of alcohol he’d once caught on Stella. Now, Lindsay’s accusations seemed to align with that memory, but he wasn’t one to Leap to conclusions.
“Let’s wait for the investigation to wrap up before pointing fingers,”
Matthew said, his voice steady and unyielding. “We can’t pin this on Stella just based on speculation.”
His words left no wiggle room for argument.
As much as Matthew wanted Fernando to escort Lindsay home, she stood her ground, shaking her head vehemently.
“Robin is still lying in the morgue,” she declared, her tone sharp with determination. “I won’t rest until I get justice for him.”
Her steely gaze made it clear-nothing short of the truth would satisfy her.
Matthew, feeling the tension coil tighter, could only urge Fernando to help soothe Lindsay’s fiery resolve.