Chapter 240

"Henry..."

Susan had been with Andrew Lucas for so long, yet she'd never once called him "husband." But she uttered that intimate term for Henry with such ease.

How laughable that he'd believed her explanation—that the incident four years ago was Henry forcing himself on her.

Thud!

Andrew's fingers trembled, and the phone crashed onto the balcony tiles.

The gray ceramic reflected the cold glow of the screen. The device remained intact, and Henry's voice continued clearly.

"Susan, darling, what's wrong?" Henry instantly sensed it wasn't Susan who had picked up.

He'd only been testing his luck—and hit the jackpot.

"Sweetheart, why aren't you speaking? Are you feeling unwell? Don't scare me!" Henry suppressed a smirk, layering his tone with urgency.

Andrew bent to retrieve the phone, his knuckles whitening from the force of his grip.

"Are you still upset with me, love? It was my fault for asking you to get close to Andrew Lucas." Henry's voice dripped with unsettling tenderness. "Every night, I burn with jealousy."

"But for our future, you'll have to endure it a little longer." He continued smoothly, "I can see Andrew still cares for you. Just string him along, and we'll live in luxury."

"You can give him a taste, but don't let him touch you." Henry's voice shook. "The thought of another man's hands on you—it's unbearable."

"The plan is working. Daniel has been acknowledged as his heir." Henry chuckled darkly. "Once the boy has an... accident, and we get the inheritance, we can finally be happy."

"The Bartley Group belongs to my elder brother now. I can't give you the life you deserve." His tone turned apologetic. "But I'll treat Daniel as my own, even if he isn't biologically mine."

"Darling, say something, please?" Henry suddenly brightened. "Ah, I sent you that video you wanted! Watching it will feel like I'm right there with you."

"Oh, and I've captured Nicole Capra." He lowered his voice. "Tomorrow's headlines will feature her scandalous photos. I'll send you the address. Want to come torture her yourself?"

The call ended with an exaggerated kissing sound.

Andrew stood frozen, his fingers clenched until they turned blue.

A WeChat notification snapped him back.

A video arrived from "My Beloved Husband."

Knowing it was poison, Andrew tapped play.

The screen showed Susan and Henry entangled on a bed. The sheets moved rhythmically, their heavy breaths unmistakable.

"Who's better—me or Andrew Lucas?" Henry rasped.

"You, of course!" Susan's voice was sickly sweet. "That fool could never compare to my husband!"

"Are you angry about having his child?"

"Why would I be? Once he's dead, the child inherits everything, and we'll live like royalty!"

"Such a good girl. I'll always love only you."

"And I only love you. Andrew Lucas is nothing!"

The phone hit the floor again.

The video kept playing, but Andrew couldn't bear to watch.

Kill him? Let that cripple inherit everything?

Susan... you're dead.