Chapter 457

Sophia Lefèvre stared coldly at him, her fingertips lightly tapping the desk.

"Leonard, I've kept records of every cent you've embezzled from my company over the years." Her voice was eerily calm. "Shall I calculate how many years that would land you in prison?"

Leonard's face turned deathly pale.

His gaze instinctively darted to their son sitting on the couch, only to find Christian Lefèvre watching him with unfamiliar eyes.

"Don't spout nonsense in front of our child," Leonard forced out with false bravado.

Sophia suddenly smiled.

Slowly, she pulled a stack of documents from her bag and slammed them onto the table.

"Look. These are all the properties and cars you bought for Vanessa, along with tuition bills for your illegitimate child." Her finger landed on the final page. "And the best part—last month, you used company funds to purchase her a villa."

Leonard shot to his feet.

"Sign." Sophia pushed a pen toward him. "Or these will be delivered to the IRS and prosecutor's office tomorrow."

For the first time, Leonard truly studied the woman he'd shared a bed with for twenty years.

The emerald cheongsam she wore made her skin glow like snow. Time had been kind to her, leaving barely a trace of wrinkles at her eyes.

And Vanessa...

The image of that woman who always whined for money flashed through his mind, leaving him momentarily dazed.

"Sophia, Christian just got out of the hospital. We should—"

Click.

Sophia dialed the police without hesitation.

Leonard lunged for the phone, but Christian blocked him.

"Father." Christian's voice was glacial. "On the day of the fire, I saw Aunt Vanessa and Isabella at the café."

The words detonated like a bomb in the living room.

Sophia's pupils constricted, her fingers gripping the table edge until her knuckles turned white.

"Lies!" Leonard roared.

Christian smirked. "Shall I pull up the security footage?"

He turned to his mother. "Mom, divorce him. You've suffered enough."

Sophia's eyes reddened, but she stubbornly lifted her chin.

Leonard took in his son's icy expression and realization dawned.

"You... planned this together?"

Christian gently clasped his mother's trembling hand.

"Father, don't forget—Mom's company bears the Lefèvre name, not yours." His lips curved. "That money will keep you and Vanessa comfortable in prison for the rest of your lives."

The pen gleamed coldly under the light.

Leonard's hands began to shake.