“I could go to jail as an accomplice.”

“Then leave,” Ryker said coldly.

“We did not ask you to come.”

“I cannot leave them,” Hannah said, her voice rising slightly.

“I am their caseworker.”

“Their safety is my responsibility.”

She walked over to the armchair and looked down at Lily.

She gently brushed a stray hair from the little girl’s forehead.

“They have been through enough,” Hannah whispered.

Suddenly, Ryker’s laptop on the kitchen counter emitted a sharp, loud chime.

It was a notification sound.

Marco rushed back to the kitchen, with Ryker right behind him.

I stood up and followed them, my heart racing again.

On the screen, an encrypted email had just arrived.

The sender’s name was a string of random letters and numbers.

“Is that it?” I asked, holding my breath.

Ryker clicked the email open.

A large PDF attachment began to download, the progress bar slowly filling up.

“It is the bank records from Grand Cayman,” Marco murmured, his eyes fixed on the screen.

The progress bar hit one hundred percent.

Ryker double-clicked the file.

A document with an official bank crest appeared on the screen.