He realized that sometimes having a strong sense of justice didn't always lead to practical solutions, and the world didn't always conform to his idealized visions.

The possibility of a conspiracy surrounding Connor's death left Darren feeling hesitant. If such a high-profile case had failed to yield any answers, it was clear that powerful forces were at play.

His hesitation mirrored Sabrina's expectations. She smiled gently and said, "I understand your concern. While we might not collaborate, I appreciate your time and willingness to listen. If you decline the task, I won't hold it against you. I simply request your discretion. Thank you."

Sabrina's understanding of his predicament made him feel guilty, and he couldn't bring himself to meet her gaze. “Your father would be proud of your determination, and I'm ashamed."

"You needn't burden yourself with such sentiments. It's in our nature to avoid risks. Maybe I wouldn't investigate this issue if it weren't for my father. But the one I lost was my dearest father, and I bear the duty to pursue justice on his behalf.”

If this matter was leaked, Sabrina would be in grave danger.

The people who did this to her father would not stop until she was silenced.

Even a gentle woman like Sabrina was determined to face potential threats to uncover the truth about her father's death. Why didn't he have the courage to do the same?

In today's era of advanced technology, news and events could quickly spread across the internet. Given Sabrina's media attention and connections to the powerful Blakely family, it was possible that she might have some Level of protection against any potential foul play.

Darren took a deep breath and made his decision. “I'll take on your assignment."

He didn't know whether his decision was right or wrong.

He only knew his conscience was clear, and he was following his heart.

“Are you sure?" Sabrina asked, surprised, with joy and hope in her eyes.

“Absolutely. I'm deeply sorry for the Loss of your father, and after a decade, I hope to do something in his honor."

“Thank you. I appreciate it." Sabrina's gratitude was evident. “In that case, what's your price?"

"$500, 000."

"Sure. We can sign the contract now."

Darren produced a pen, and both parties affixed their signatures to their respective copies of the contract.

Sabrina put down the pen and handed one of the contracts to Darren.

“Well, you can continue now."