"Only he can tell you the truth."

"Attorney Valence, how should I investigate my parents' death?"

"Search your uncle's house, especially his study drawers. Any items related to your parents could be clues."

Jenna knew the odds were slim. If Uncle Victor was truly involved, the evidence was likely long gone.

"I understand."

"Focus on the condition of your parents' vehicle at the time of the accident, surveillance footage from the scene, and whether they had conflicts with anyone before their deaths."

"I'll do my best."

"Call me anytime."

After hanging up, Jenna tossed and turned. Memories of her parents and uncle haunted her.

Years ago, her parents' orchard thrived. Victor had demanded a stake but was refused. Out of family loyalty, her father still paid her cousins' tuition and taught Victor orchard management.

Then came the loan request—right when her father invested in a new orchard. The argument still echoed in her mind, Victor's enraged shouts accusing her father of heartlessness.

If their "accident" was really Victor's doing...

Jenna clenched her fists, nails digging into her palms. She would uncover the truth and make the killer pay.

Tristan Ashcroft readily approved her leave request, clearly still guilty over the club incident.

Next, she called Victor Roland.

"Jenna? You dare call me?" His voice dripped with fury.

She inhaled deeply, suppressing the hatred rising in her throat.

"Uncle, I've realized something. After losing my parents, you're our only family. Milo and I are still young—we'll need your guidance. I was foolish before. Please forgive me."

A dull thud sounded—likely a shovel hitting dirt. Victor sneered, "You think an apology erases putting your aunt and cousins in detention?"