Chapter 9
William had brought with him the latest high-tech display screen. I stepped forward and presented the evidence I’d prepared
ahead of time.
First, a stack of wire transfer receipts.
Every one of them bore my name-the money I had scraped together over the years by skimping on food and necessities, all sent
to Dominic.
Tuition, living expenses, tutoring fees-each payment documented in detail.
“Dominic,” I said, “Alicia gave you a sliver of her allowance to pay for a single semester of tuition, and you act like she saved your life. But the money I worked my ass for? You pocketed that without even blinking.
“That tutoring center where you first met your ‘kind-hearted’ Alicia? The tuition for that came from me-money I earned gathering rare herbs along the cliffs, barely making it back alive.”
“And yet, just because you feared I’d come home and threaten Alicia’s place, you used our relationship as leverage, blackmailing
me with a breakup.”
Just as Dominic opened his mouth to deny it, I threw a stack of letters in front of the crowd-love letters he had written to Alicia in our previous life but never sent.
Back then, they had been praised by everyone as the embodiment of pure love.
But I had taken a few with me when I left that life, and in one of them, his intentions were crystal clear.
“Alicia, Chester made it clear – I’m to use any means necessary to stop Eliza from coming back and jeopardizing your position. So even though I feel nothing for her, I have to choke it down and keep her close.
“Every time her rough, work-worn hands pass me money, I can’t help but imagine your perfect fingers gliding across the piano
keys…”
My parents stared at the receipts, the tutoring invoices, the unsent letters, and finally, at my rough, worn hands.
Fury surged in my father’s voice.
“You disgusting leech! How dare you treat our daughter this way! You fed on her blood, sweat and tears to get through school- what right do you have to call yourself a scientist?!”
William, arms crossed and gaze cold, looked down on Dominic like he was nothing but trash.
“I didn’t build Singularity Research Lab to give scum like you a platform. As the founder of Singularity, I’m officially revoking
your invitation.”
Dominic’s legs gave out beneath him. He collapsed, stunned. Of course, he had no idea William was the founder of Singularity,
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nor that the invitation had been a trap I’d deliberately set for him.
He knelt there, helpless, surrounded by scorn and ridicule.
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He tried to seek comfort from Alicia, but she backed away in disgust. He turned to Chester, who shoved him aside in irritation.
In a last desperate attempt, he crawled toward me, trying to beg at my feet-but my father simply waved his hand, and the bodyguards dragged him out the door.
And in the next moment, my father turned his wrath toward Chester.
“And you!” he shouted, eyes blazing. “When we adopted you, we trusted you to protect Alicia. But how could you treat Eliza like this?! She is our biological daughter! She’s the one you should’ve protected most! Why did you do it?!”
The word adopted stripped Chester of his carefully crafted image. In an instant, the once-glorified heir of the Rodney family fell
from grace.
The heiresses who once fawned over him now sneered in open disdain.
Chester stood silent, pale as a ghost.
“I just couldn’t stand to see someone as pure as Alicia suffer,” he mumbled. “And look at the chaos Eliza has brought! She’s tearing the Rodney family apart! Mom, Dad-having me and Alicia should’ve been enough. Why did you have to bring Eliza
back?!”
I let out a cold laugh, cutting through the noise like a blade.
“Chester, do you really only see Alicia as your sister?” I asked.
I snapped my fingers.
And right on cue, the giant screen lit up with a video feed from Chester’s bedroom.
There he was, lying on his bed, deeply engrossed in… pleasuring himself.
