Chapter 168

Vincent's words cut through Susan's heart like a sharp blade.

She was crouching by the greenery, searching for the discarded USB drive when she heard him. Her fingers trembled violently.

Little Daniel tugged at her sleeve with concern.

Susan forced herself to stand, clutching the recovered USB tightly in her palm.

As she led her son toward Alexander Grant, she deliberately slowed her steps.

She'd heard the rumors about this business legend—his severe mysophobia and alleged allergy to women.

Under the streetlight, Alexander saw the pallor of Susan's face.

Her oversized wool coat only emphasized her fragile frame, as if a gust of wind could scatter her like dust.

Suddenly, Alexander stepped forward and grasped her ice-cold hand.

"Susan, you're not dirty." His voice was deep and firm. "I believe you have the purest soul in the world."

Susan looked up in shock, meeting his unwavering gaze.

After hearing those vile words, she never expected this man to defend her.

"Thank you," she whispered, her voice trembling as her eyes grew warm.

Remembering the laptop in Alexander's car, she quietly asked to borrow it.

With one glance from Alexander, his assistant Patrick immediately retrieved the computer.

Only then did Susan realize her hand was still being held. She tried to pull away in embarrassment.

But Alexander instinctively tightened his grip before catching himself and releasing her, the tips of his ears turning suspiciously red.

To Vincent, this scene was like salt in a wound.

"Susan!" he spat through clenched teeth. "What game are you playing now?"

"I just want to prove Daniel's innocence." Susan opened the video file and turned the screen toward Vincent. "If he's innocent, you owe him an apology."

The footage clearly showed Candy leaning down to whisper in Daniel's ear before dramatically throwing herself against a stone pillar.

Vincent's pupils constricted violently.

He never imagined the "truth" he'd witnessed could be so ugly.

Susan played another recording.

Candy's venomous voice echoed through the night air: "...Susan is vile, shameless..."

Vincent looked as if he'd been struck by lightning.

The kind, gentle Candy he remembered now stood revealed in her true colors.

"Vincent." Susan's voice was cold as ice. "Apologize to Daniel."

The night wind carried a dried leaf between them.

Vincent remained motionless, frozen like a statue.