My Stepfather Sent Me To Patrol A Forest Sector With Standalone Wooden Stairs, Then Erased My Coordinates From The Dispatch Server
Using Coyle’s key, Jonah opened Arthur’s private office safe inside the main station building. The heavy steel door swung inward with a faint groan. Beyond the stacks of cash and the uncashed indemnity checks, another stack of papers lay hidden at the very back.
Jonah’s breath hitched. These were his late mother’s original medical insurance records from 2014. The dates, the transfers, the altered claims — it was all there. Arthur had systematically diverted her care funds. He’d used the money to purchase Sector 4 private boundary options, leveraging her illness for his fraudulent schemes.
Every piece of psychological control Arthur had held over Jonah for a decade, every manipulation, every demand, was built on this calculated financial lie. The guilt Jonah carried, the sense of obligation—it had all been engineered.
He took the documents, his hands steady, and sealed them in a waterproof evidence pouch. As dawn broke, painting the mountain ridge in pale gold, Jonah walked out to the main parking lot, the pouch tucked securely under his arm.
➡️ Read CHAPTER 15 to continue the story.
👉 Previous Decision: You rejected Coyle’s offer, kept the ledger intact, and locked Coyle inside the gear room.
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