Chapter 72:

She couldn't wait to talk to him and offer her support.

As Wilson navigated the winding roads, Lucy's eyes remained fixed on her phone, her fingers trembling as she dialed Canary's number again. But just like before, it rang several times before going straight to voicemail.

Lucy's face contorted in anguish, and she let out a sob. She felt a crushing weight of guilt, knowing that her decision had hurt her son so deeply. She buried her face in her hands, tears streaming down her cheeks as she wept uncontrollably.

Wilson glanced at her in the rearview mirror, his expression sympathetic. "Ma'am, is everything okay?" he asked softly.

But Lucy just shook her head, unable to speak through her tears. She felt like she had failed her son, and the pain of that realization was almost too much to bear.

As Lucy stepped out of the car, she was greeted by the warm smile of Ketra, the old housekeeper. Ketra's eyes, however, betrayed a hint of concern and curiosity. Lucy fell into Ketra's open arms, embracing her tightly as tears continued to stream down her face.

Ketra led Lucy to the living room, where they sat down on the plush couch. Ketra's expression turned serious, and she asked, her voice laced with a gentle reprimand, "Lucy, why did you do that to your son? Why did you vote for Joel instead of Canary?"

Lucy sniffled, wiping her nose with a tissue. She hesitated, unsure of how to explain her actions. Ketra's eyes, filled with kindness and understanding, encouraged Lucy to open up.

"I was afraid, Ketra," Lucy began, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Joel threatened me, and I didn't know what to do."