Semua Bab Heiress Return: Revenge Of The Crippled Ex-Wife: Bab 161 - Bab 170

Julian’s POV.The day had been long with medical meetings back to back, faces blurring into one another, and documents piling up on my desk faster than I could process them. I had tried to stay focused, pushing through the weight of deadlines and the constant buzz of conversation, but my thoughts kept drifting. It had been over an hour since I last heard from Clarence. She had texted earlier, saying she was busy and would talk to me later. That alone should have been enough to calm me, especially since she had mentioned the dinner event. I remembered her excitement about it just the night before, remembered how carefully she chose what to wear, how she would stand in front of the mirror turning slightly from side to side, asking if the coat made her look too serious.I had told her she looked beautiful because she was indeed beautiful and I have always felt so proud of having her by my side. Now sitting at my desk, watching the hospital slowly empty as my colleagues who were done

Gina’s POV.“Can you hurry up with dinner? I am expecting my mother,” I said to the chef.“Yes ma’am. I’m almost done,” she replied with a bow as she hurried off to the kitchen.I was sitting in the living room scrolling through social media. Richard was out and I had peace. I have been worried because I haven't heard any update from Damon and Kristina nor have I seen the scandal as I was supposed to.Then I got a pop-up notification that showed Damon and Kristina in cuffs. I opened it to see that they were arrested leaving me in chills. I was still trying to breathe when I read the report where they confessed, mentioning me as an accomplice.My hands trembled, my eyes darting over the words I had been praying not to see. They said my name in an interview. Kristina and Damon both—dragged me into the mess like I was the mastermind. Like I had nothing to gain from that disaster, I was just being a help to her and once things had gone south, she didn't hesitate to mention me as an acc

Richard’s POV.The boardroom felt colder than usual. Every eye in the room was on me, but not in the way I was used to. There were no nods of approval, no polite smiles. Just stiff silence and barely concealed judgment.“I’ve already issued a public statement,” I said, leaning forward. “The footage is being investigated. My team is close to identifying the source of the leak. I can assure you that everything is under control.”One of the older board members, Mr. Dawes, folded his hands over the table. “Assurance means little when the company’s image has been dragged through the mud. Investors are pulling back. Shareholders are questioning leadership. Your word isn’t enough right now.”Another voice joined in, firm and blunt. “The scandal has hurt us. Domestic abuse allegations, rumors of affairs… it’s all too much. And your wife’s statement didn’t help.”My jaw tensed. “That statement was made under pressure. You know how the media spins things.”“True or not,” Dawes said, “our confid

Clarence’s POV.I had barely taken my bag off when I stormed into her house. My thoughts were all over the place, but my target was clear. Clara. I didn’t bother calling her or asking if she was home. I already knew she was.I found her in the sitting room, sipping from a wine glass like she had no care in the world. The calm expression on her face only fueled the heat boiling in my chest.“You lied to me,” I said before she could even look up properly.She turned slowly, not surprised to see me, but annoyed. “Clarence, what’s the meaning of this?”“You told me my mother died during childbirth. You stood in my face and said it so easily. But that wasn’t true. She died trying to escape my father. She died in a car crash. And I was there. I remember now.”Her hand stilled over the armrest. Her face didn’t change, not immediately, but I saw something flicker in her eyes. Guilt. Panic. She tried to hide it.“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said, setting her glass down. “You’r

Clarence’s POV.I didn’t know what I expected when I picked up Mr. Peter’s call that morning. I had just managed to keep food down after days of barely eating. I thought it would be something legal, something boring and official. Instead, I sat frozen on the edge of my bed, listening to him tell me that he had something I needed to see.I met him in his office, the one with the large glass windows that looked out into nothing. He closed the door behind me gently, his expression unreadable, and placed a brown envelope on the table between us.“What is this?” I asked, already feeling something strange in my chest.“Something I should have brought to light a long time ago,” he said, looking older than I remembered. “It’s about your mother’s death. And Clara.”I opened the envelope with trembling fingers. Inside were printed documents, transcripts of phone calls, and a photo of a check. The date made my stomach turn.He sat across from me and folded his hands. “Clara orchestrated the acc