Divya, sitting on the edge of the bed, looked at her father and asked, "Dad, can you tell us exactly what happened?"

Pearson recounted the story with a stoic expression.

"I don't know how Stetson discovered that our factory had caught fire years ago. He also uncovered our use of illegal equipment and the lack of proper fire safety measures, which resulted in several deaths. I managed to bribe the person in charge of the investigation at that time and shifted the blame onto the workers' mishandling of equipment. That way, we didn't have to pay substantial compensation or be held accountable. But Stetson has obtained evidence of the incident."

“We can try to locate the person who helped us cover it up and...” his wife said, only for Pearson to cut her off, "It's useless. That person retired a long time ago."

His wife began to worry.

"What do we do now?"

“I'll reach out to Forrest for help," Divya suggested.

“Don't tell him," Pearson warned, looking at his daughter.

“If he finds out, he'll use it as leverage against us."

"He's been getting better lately, hasn't he?" Divya argued.

“He's back home every day and he treats me well. He even apologized to you last time."

Still, Pearson couldn't fully trust Forrest. He remained cautious around him.

"He must be the last resort," Pearson cautioned.

“Don't involve him unless we have no other choice."

Divya obediently nodded in agreement.

Suddenly, her phone buzzed.

She checked it and discovered a news notification. The headline caught her attention, prompting her to click and read the full article.

It was about the very issue her father had just revealed.

How could it have been made into the news?

"Dad, we have a problem." Divya realized they could no longer keep it hidden.