Theron's legs gave out, and he collapsed into his chair, gasping for air. Claudia and Aidan, meanwhile, crumpled to the floor like discarded puppets—vacant-eyed, hollow, drained of all color and pride.I walked toward my father, one measured step at a time. Looking at the man I had called "Dad" for over 20 years, I felt nothing—no warmth, no grief, not even anger. "Did you really think your sins were limited to cheating, raising an illegitimate son, stealing my inheritance, and trying to kill me?"My voice wasn't loud, but the microphone carried it clearly through the hall—and to every screen streaming the broadcast. "Twenty years ago… my mother, Ms. Adele Sullivan, the founder of the Sullivan Group—did she really jump to her death because of depression?"I drew out my final piece of evidence: my mother's old diary, along with a sworn statement from a neighbor I'd located after reopening the police investigation through my lawyer.Her diary appeared on the big screen, page by page.
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