In recent days, Hyland Riley hadn't dared to go to the office, choosing instead to stay holed up at home, too afraid to even answer the phone.
Stella watched Hyland's anxious and distressed demeanor, feeling a deep sense of unease herself.
"Hyland, is there really no other way out of this?" she asked.
Hyland shook his head. Messaging Sylvia Byrne had already cost him his last shred of dignity, but she hadn't responded at all.
"Stella, do you think if Crystal Foster hadn't died, we wouldn't be in this mess? We were too greedy back then."
Stella's face changed dramatically. What did Hyland mean by that? Was he regretting his decisions, or did he think she wasn't as helpful as Crystal?
Her mind raced with thoughts as she carefully observed Hyland's expression, a flicker of unease in her eyes.
