Chapter 251

The years slipped away like sand through fingers. The woman succumbed to illness, leaving behind only a company and a daughter.

The man raised the girl alone, pouring his soul into the business while his so-called family turned their backs, offering neither support nor solace.

Evelyn lowered her gaze, a bitter laugh escaping her lips. "Years later, when the girl came of age, the man intended to entrust her with the company—only for his mother to storm in with a distant cousin’s son, demanding he hand over everything the girl’s mother had built."

Her voice sharpened. "All because they believed a daughter wasn’t worthy of inheritance."

Madam Victoria’s face darkened. She recognized the thinly veiled accusation in Evelyn’s words.

The reporters exchanged glances, murmurs rippling through the crowd.

How archaic. A daughter has every right to her legacy.

And to push her aside for some distant male relative? Disgusting.

"Evelyn Vanderbilt!" Madam Victoria’s voice cut through the murmurs, sharp as a blade. "Enough with your fairy tales. Explain how you murdered your aunt!"

A reporter stepped forward. "Ms. Vanderbilt, regarding the death of Yvette Warren—our sources indicate you clashed with your relatives over Viana Jewelry’s inheritance. Did vengeance drive you to kill her?"

Nathan stood behind the curtains, his jaw clenched. If Evelyn hadn’t insisted he stay out of sight, he would’ve dragged every last one of them through hell.

Evelyn met the reporter’s gaze. "Do you have proof?"

Silence. Then whispers.

Madam Victoria scoffed. "You lured Yvette out and had her killed!"

Evelyn smiled. "I was in Cornelia the entire day she died. How, exactly, did I manage that?"

"You hired someone!" Madam Victoria spat. "Just like you bribed a lawyer to steal Viana Jewelry!"

The room erupted.

Laura’s lips curled in triumph. This is it. You’re finished, Evelyn.

Nathan’s fingers twitched. He couldn’t stand idle any longer. But just as he moved, Oliver gripped his arm—

The doors swung open.

Two officers strode in, followed by forensic expert Dr. Joel Watson.

The crowd froze.

The police? Did they confirm Evelyn’s guilt?

Madam Victoria shot to her feet. "Officers! Arrest her—she’s the murderer!"

Richard stood abruptly. "Mother, enough—"

The police walked past them. Straight to Laura.

A warrant flashed in the light. "Ms. Scott, you’re under arrest for murder."

Laura’s smirk shattered. "W-What? That’s impossible! She’s the killer!"

Her face drained of color as handcuffs clicked around her wrists.