Chapter 426

Eleanor Langley nodded slowly. She was willing to pay any price to find her biological daughter.

Adrian Valentine had already uncovered the truth. The murderer who killed his father was none other than Vincent Langley.

Yet Vincent remained unshaken.

Dominic Lombardi would take the fall for everything.

The old case left no evidence behind. Adrian had no way to touch Vincent.

Reporting to the police was useless, but she knew Adrian wouldn’t let this go.

She only needed to wait patiently. One day, she would reunite with her daughter.

Seeing her hesitation, Vincent quickly handed her the antidote.

After taking it, he spoke solemnly, "Eleanor, even if you won’t consider me, think of our son. He’s returning home soon. Do you want him to come back to nothing?"

Eleanor scoffed inwardly.

Did he really think he only had one son?

Vincent had sowed his wild oats in his youth, especially with that influential man’s daughter. If that connection were acknowledged, Vincent’s status would skyrocket.

Their son had a bright future ahead.

As for Isabella, that madwoman—her fate was already sealed.

"For our son’s sake, I won’t say anything. That day… I was just too angry about you and Margaret—"

She trailed off.

Right now, protecting their son was all that mattered.

If Adrian moved against Vincent, she and their son would suffer too.

"But Adrian already knows. You’d better be careful."

She deliberately glanced at Isabella. "Darling, you didn’t say anything reckless in front of Adrian, did you?"

A man like Vincent could kill even his own family.

Isabella had to die.

Vincent’s cold gaze fixed on Isabella.

She shook her head frantically. "Mother, I didn’t say a word."

Eleanor was surprised.

Vincent relaxed slightly. "If Adrian won’t side with us, he’s the enemy."

He warned Isabella, "Stay away from him from now on!"

The truth cut like a knife. Isabella’s eyes burned with unshed tears.

So Adrian had been using her all along.

She had schemed against him, but he had outmaneuvered her.

Thinking of Christian Lefèvre, Isabella stood and headed upstairs.

She’d already given all the evidence to Vincent Kemnis. If he couldn’t even handle Evelyn Roland, he didn’t deserve the Lefèvre inheritance.

Eleanor watched her leave before murmuring, "Control your daughter. Don’t let her drag my son down."

In this house, she trusted no one.

When interests were at stake, true colors showed.

Once, she had treated Isabella as her own. Now she saw the girl’s true nature—

Even more ruthless than herself.

Vincent patted her shoulder. "Don’t worry. I won’t let her cause more trouble."

His daughter’s actions could ruin him too.