Meredith signaled Terrence Sterling, who understood and instructed the bodyguards to release Mr. Thatcher. Terrence took Meredith by the hand, and they left together, followed by the bodyguards. Linda nced at Fiona and followed them out.


    Once freed, Mr. Thatcher, seeing Fiona still there, was about to vent his anger on her, but Fiona quickly got up and ran, following the others.


    Outside the apartment, Meredith, ncing back at Fiona, told Linda, “Linda, please take her home.”


    “Of course,” Linda responded, opening her car door and inviting Fiona, “Please, miss, I’ll drive you.”


    Fiona looked reluctantly at Terrence Sterling, who had not nced at her once; his eyes were only for Meredith.


    Terrence and Meredith got into the car, and the driver departed. Fiona, sore all over from the earlier scuffle and frightened, watched Terrence’s car disappear, then entered Linda’s car.


    Meredith was worried about not finding Justin and briefly exined the situation to Terrence, who was unaware of the severity until then. Terrence offered to contact the media to remove the headlines.


    “No need,” Meredith shook her head, “It’s out, and we can’t suppress it now. Also, even if you managed to calm the public outrage, people remember, and Justin would always carry the stain of these usations. This will be a thorn in his life forever.”


    Terrence looked at her tenderly, “Do you have a n?”


    Meredith nodded, “We help him remove the thorn. This incident will make Justin see Mr. Thatcher’s true colors once and for all. He won’t be dragged down by them anymore. In a way, this might not be entirely bad. Instead of letting them leech off Justin gradually, it’s better to give him a clean break now.”


    Recalling a conversation they once had, Terrence had told her to let Justin learn the lesson himself with his family to really wake up. “Isn’t this the opportunity?” Meredith mused.


    It might be painful for Justin, but a sharp pain was better than a lingering one.


    Terrence smiled slightly, “Indeed, this isn’t necessarily bad.”


    He was fascinated by Meredith’s clear-headedness and her quick adaptation to turn disadvantages into advantages.


    Meredith frowned, “I’ve spoken to Gemma to understand what happened and recorded it, but that’s not enough. We need to send someone to Mr. Thatcher’s vige to gather more evidence of him selling his children. Terrence, I need your help with this.”This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.


    “Of course, I’ll help,” Terrence’s voice was gentle. “I’ll send my people to their hometown, Crimson Copse, right? Money talks, and secrets can’t be kept in small viges. Everyone will know about what he did.”


    Meredith nodded, “Yes, that’s what I meant. However…”


    Terrence added, “We’ll also need Mrs. Thatcher’s help. Getting Justin to agree to this is crucial, and Mrs. Thatcher is the key.”


    Meredith smiled, their understanding warming her heart, “Right, so let’s let the scandal run a bit more online. The dirtier they y, the harder we can hit backter. It will also soften Mrs. Thatcher’s stance. If shees to me within three days, then we’re set.”


    Terrence, seemingly casual, asked, “What triggered Mr. Thatcher’s sudden aggression towards Justin?”


    “The apartment,” Meredith sighed. “The one I gave to Justin revealed their greedy, cold, and selfish nature. If Justin goes to prison, they could handle the apartment, possibly forcing him to transfer or sell it.”


    Terrence’s thumb caressed the back of Meredith’s hand, “Then that apartment was well given.”


    “We can’t worry about that now. We need to find Justin first. Head to Westfield Reservoir; he’s surely there,” Meredith stated. “Whenever Justin faced trouble before, he liked to go to the reservoir alone.”