“Of course I need your help, Nathan—my husband,” Elena said on the other end of the phone. Her voice sounded firm, without hesitation.

Nathan smiled. “Of course, dear. Just tell me what you want.”

“I want these people to get what they deserve. Not just Melinda, but everyone involved. I know you have connections—in the legal system, the media, even the courts,” Elena continued, her gaze fixed on the laptop screen.

“Do you want me to go after them through legal channels? Or… the faster route?” Nathan grinned, half-joking.

Elena smiled too, though her eyes remained sharp. “If possible, both.”

“Alright. Then I’ll fly to Canada this week. There, I...