Chapter 80 Not Dropping the Case

I knew why she was calling. Without a second's hesitation, I blocked Judith Fairchild's number. But soon, Sterling Fairchild's phone rang through. I glanced at the screen and blocked him too. My decision was final. No matter who spoke, I wouldn't budge. She killed my child. This couldn't be left unresolved. I headed home. Just as I was about to enter the compound, I suddenly heard someone call, "Lydia!" Then, my hand was grabbed. I turned and saw Judith Fairchild appear from nowhere, her face beaming with a smile. "Lydia, it's been so long! You've gotten so thin." Behind her stood Sterling Fairchild. He wore a somewhat ingratiating grin and carried a designer bag. I glanced inside—it looked like a handbag. "What do you want?" I asked, my face expressionless. To me, these two had long ceased to be family. "It's been ages since we've seen you. We just wanted to come by, see how you're doing," Judith said, her hand still gripping my arm tightly, refusing to let go—like she was afraid I'd