Chapter: 116

Beth hadn't realized the gravity of the situation until Miguel disclosed the warrant. She was taken aback. “Miguel, how could you let this happen? You've acted so recklessly!"

“Mom, there's no time for lectures. You need to help me get out of here now, or it'll be too late."

Beth's expression turned cold as she pondered for a brief moment, then she ushered her son toward the basement.

The basement, a secret project crafted by Beth years earlier, featured a complex mechanism that was impossible to decipher without her.

"Miguel, stay hidden here for now. Once they've gone, I'll work out a plan to get you out of Osewood."

Miguel gave a silent nod.

Beth shut the door with a heavy sigh.

Having only two sons, and Miguel being the younger born in her later years, she had indulged him far too much.

She could never have envisioned him embroiled in such a debacle.

Was it all driven by a quest for power?

As Beth's thoughts swirled in chaos, she made her way back to the living room and took a seat once more.

Within minutes, Alan appeared, accompanied by law enforcement.

They had secured both the front and back exits, eliminating any possibility of escape.

Alan's gaze drifted to the coffee cup on the table, and his brow furrowed in suspicion. “Grandma, did you already know about this?"

Beth shook her head and released a weary sigh. "Alan, what's this all about? Why bring people to encircle our home “You've seen Miguel around, right? Where is he now?"

“How impolite! He's your uncle. Even if he's just a few years older than you, he deserves respect!"

Alan felt a surge of frustration but restrained himself from talking harshly to his grandmother. "He's committed a crime, Grandma. If you assist him in escaping, you'll be implicated too."

Beth slammed her hand on the table, her voice rising. "How dare you talk to me like that! Is this the respect you show your grandmother?"

Biting back his frustration, Alan realized he wasn't going to get any information from her. He signaled the officers to commence their search of the house.

Despite thorough checks, there was no sign of Miguel anywhere.

How could he have simply vanished?

Amidst the chaos, Lilliana descended the stairs, her eyes half-closed with sleep.

Alan quickly approached, seized her arm, and positioned her in front of him, “Lilliana, where's Miguel?"

Lilliana gasped, her voice laced with confusion. "What? Miguel? I... I was asleep upstairs..."