Greta gave her a sharp look. "Can''t you ever do anything on your own?"


    Miranda looked at her, exasperated. "I''ve always been there for you, pouring my heart out, and you can''t even do this little thing for me? How can I count on you down the road?"


    Miranda huffed, "Maybe I should be nicer to Nathalie instead. She''s way more thoughtful and attentive than you."


    Greta smirked with a smug air. "Just wait, Nathan''s about to show his true colors. Nathalie''s a joke, really. The higher she climbs now, the harder she''ll crash. When that happens, all that wealth won''t do her any good. Without Nathan to keep him in check, Cameron''s going to rise again like a phoenix. In the end, you''ll need me, Mrs. Dawson."


    Miranda''s expression softened at that. "Don''t forget, Mom''s helped you plenty, too. When the timees, you should put in a good word for me with Cameron."


    "Don''t worry. Once Cameron''s back in his rightful ce, even a little bit of his wealth will be more than enough for you to livefortably."


    Miranda was secretly thrilled.


    That night was anything but ordinary. While everyone else was lost in dreams, a campus incident blew up online, setting the inte aze.


    News about Lincoln, the former leading man, spread like wildfire. It was like the start of a grand mystery y, with everyone online turning into detectives, forums buzzing with threads about "Where did Lincoln go?"


    The Stewart family.


    When Regan saw "Lincoln" pop up on his screen, he felt a shiver of fear. He stared at theputer, every inch filled with discussions about Lincoln''s whereabouts, his eyes reflecting a deepening dread.


    "How did ite to this?"


    "Who spilled the beans?"


    "It was Nathalie." His son suddenly walked in.


    Regan looked at his son, guilt written all over his face. "You know about all this?"


    Dustin nodded seriously. "Dad, I was there when you and that mechanic plotted to mess with Lincoln''s car."


    Regan was stunned.


    "I''ve always tried to keep your world intact, making sure you and Ashley could live with integrity. Who would''ve thought you knew all along what kind of man I am?"


    Tears glistened in his eyes. "Are you disappointed in me?"


    Dustin replied, "Don''t forget, I have your blood running through my veins. Over the


    years, I''ve been the one cleaning up your messes."


    Regan was taken aback.


    After a long pause, he sighed.


    "Alright, since you already know, no


    point in pretending. I wanted to be the rock you looked up to, but in the end, I was just a scoundre


    Dustin said firmly, "Dad, in my heart, you''ll always stand tall."


    Regan closed his eyes, tears brimming at the edges. "I''m d you understand me."


    Suddenly, he opened his eyes, getting back to business. "How do you know it was Nathalie?"


    Dustin said, "The surveince from Petersburg shows Nathalie was on the sixth floor."


    "Nathalie, you... how could you..." Regan''s eyes shed with anger.


    The online storm had turned Regan''s world upside down, and in a moment of lost reason, he called Nathalie directly.


    Nathalie was surprised to get a call from Regan.


    For the first time, Regan took on the role of a kind elder, speaking gently to Nathalie. "Nathalie, it wasn''t that didn''t want to know you before. It''s just that seeing you brings back


    memories of that heartbreaking past."