Would he have been willing to die for that?

The man had used up all his strength to say that last sentence, his bloodshot eyes glaring at the two people walking away.

What was he feeling now? Regret for getting involved in this mess just for some money? Or had he already realized he was about to face revenge and failed to escape in time?

One thing was certain: only the living have the luxury of regret. Once you're dead, regret doesn't mean a damn thing.

He was panting heavily, his nerves stretched thin like a wire. If this didn't stop Ryan and Mia from leaving, then death was the only thing waiting for him.

Luckily, his words were enough to make them pause. Ryan and Mia stopped in their tracks, their eyes filled with doubt as they turned back to look at him.

"Not an accident? Can you back that up?" Ryan asked, frowning. He wasn't exactly buying it. If the guy really knew something, he should've said it earlier, not waited until now.

"I can back it up! I swear!" the man insisted.