Mr. Edwards’ Unraveled Life Chapter 903

Chapter 903

Phillip’s collapse was ruled a drug overdose. Rhea was cleared.

But Phillip kept denying it, thrashing as the police restrained him. “I didn’t take anything! This is a setup! Rhea, we raised you—how can you do this? Are you even human?”

The hospital hallway buzzed with whispers. Rhea stood tall, voice steady. “You raised me? Fine. But six million? That debt’s paid.”

Six million—an impossible amount she’d scraped together through years of side jobs and sacrifice. The Seguins hadn’t spent even a fraction of that on her. She paid her own tuition. Her own meals. Did they ever truly care?

The only person she’d cared about was Teresa. But Teresa was gone—and so was any reason to stay.

Phillip shouted, “What about Teresa? My legs—her death—that’s all your fault! You owe us!”