Chapter 93

"Madeleine, this is your final warning—drop the charges and apologize to the Merritts and the Beach family! Otherwise, don't blame us for what happens next," Sabrina pointed at her, voice sharp and threatening. Madeleine calmly shook her head. "The Merritts and the Beaches have nothing to do with the Landrys. What I owe is twenty years of your care—not the Merritts, not the Beaches." "You're talking back now?" Sabrina snapped, raising her hand to slap her across the face. "You thinking of spending the night in a police cell, Mrs. Robinson?" A cold voice came from the doorway—Beckett. Lucas flinched slightly and frowned as he looked at Beckett. He wasn't helping Madeleine out of kindness—it was about taking Clinton down. To Lucas, Beckett was not a good guy either. He gave Madeleine a look that said a thousand things, but in the end, he didn't say a word. "Mom, Dad, let's just go." Sabrina was so angry her breathing faltered. She turned to Beckett. "Beckett, what's this supposed to mean