Chapter 427

Eleanor Langley looked down at Vincent Langley with years of suppressed hatred burning in her eyes.

"For our son, I've endured all these years—even swallowed the fact that you switched our daughter at birth." Her nails dug deep into her palms.

"But Isabella has gone too far this time. If she dares to ruin you and our son, don't blame me for tearing off the mask."

She turned and climbed the stairs, her back rigid with resolve.

Vincent narrowed his eyes. With the election looming, he had no energy to pacify this hysterical woman.

She wouldn't dare make waves—not when their son's future was at stake.

A pity about Mandy Gu. His throat tightened at the thought of the woman who had been so pliant, so obedient in his bed.

A caged songbird he'd kept for years.

Too bad she'd hatched a bastard.

Traitors deserved death.

But this worked out perfectly. Mandy would make an excellent scapegoat. He trusted no one—only the leverage he held over them.

He smirked and dialed his lawyer. Adrian wanted the culprit? Fine. He'd hand over Mandy.

......

The Roscente mansion blazed with light.

Margaret Lefèvre clutched a handkerchief, her face ashen after hearing Julian's analysis.

"So... my son was used as a pawn?" Her voice trembled.

Julian sat in his wheelchair, vacant eyes fixed on nothing. Years ago, he and his circle had sneered at Evelyn, deeming her unworthy of Adrian.

And now?

Isabella had nearly cost him his life.

"From the Ashcrofts to the Roscentes, the mastermind is the same." Julian tapped the coffee table. "Isabella's playing puppet master."

Margaret shot to her feet, her handbag tumbling to the floor. Suddenly, her husband's abrupt decision to let his bastard son take over the case made sense.

"That bitch!" She ground her teeth. "My son's barely cold in his grave, and they—"

Madame Roscente steadied her. "You must act fast. That illegitimate son is waiting to steal your place."

Margaret's vision darkened. Grief had blinded her for two years, allowing that bastard Vincent Kemnis to slip through the cracks.

......

Gabrielle gently closed the nursery door.

She stormed into the basement and kicked the man lying unconscious on the medical bed.

"Christian Lefèvre!" Her eyes burned as she hissed, "How long will you keep sleeping? Your mother's being pushed aside by your bastard brother!"

The heart monitor spiked violently.