Evelyn remained on her knees. The lively conversations from the surrounding tables gradually faded into the background until they became little more than distant noise. It was as though the entire lounge had fallen away, leaving only the two of them in the room. Her breathing came in short, uneven breaths. Her hands trembled uncontrollably in front of her. Donald stood only a few feet away, looking down at her with an expression that revealed nothing. His face remained calm. Unreadable. Only moments earlier, he had uncovered one devastating deception. Everything he had believed about that night had been turned upside down. Yet something about Evelyn's hesitation told him there was still another truth waiting to be revealed. He continued looking at her in silence before finally speaking. "You said there was something else." His voice was steady. Neither loud nor gentle. Just calm. Evelyn slowly lowered her head. "I..." The words caught in her throat. No matter how hard

Margaret stepped forward until she stood directly between Donald and the rest of the room. Her eyes were filled with determination. "No, I refuse to accept this." The living room remained silent as everyone waited for her to continue. She pointed toward Donald. "If everything you're saying is true, then answer me one question." Donald met her gaze calmly. Margaret folded her arms. "You claim my daughter assaulted you." "Fine." "Then why did you accept responsibility for the baby?" Several relatives exchanged glances. Margaret continued before Donald could answer. "Why didn't you reject the child immediately?" "Why did you openly acknowledge him as your son?" She took another step forward. "And that's not all." Her voice became louder. "You came here only a few days ago." "You visited Evelyn willingly." "You spent time with her." She looked around at everyone present. "Didn't you all see how comfortable they were together?" Several family members nodded uncertainl

Shortly after nine o'clock, the sound of a luxury sedan rolling through the gates echoed across the compound. The vehicle moved smoothly along the long driveway before coming to a gentle stop in front of the mansion's entrance. One of the servants immediately hurried toward the front door. The rear passenger door opened, and a distinguished man in his early sixties stepped out. His movements were calm and deliberate, carrying the confidence of someone accustomed to respect. His tailored charcoal suit fit him perfectly, while his polished shoes gleamed beneath the morning sunlight. His neatly combed gray hair and composed expression reflected decades of business success and personal discipline. He glanced briefly at the mansion before making his way toward the entrance. "Good morning," he greeted politely. The servant bowed respectfully. "Good morning, sir." "Mr. Edmund is expecting you." The visitor gave a small nod. "Take me to him." Without another word, the servant led him

The three men rushed toward Donald at the same time. One attacked from the left, hoping to catch him with a powerful hook before he had a chance to react. Another came straight ahead, lowering his shoulder as if he intended to drive Donald backward with sheer force. The third quietly circled behind him, believing that an attack from the rear would end the confrontation before it truly began. Donald remained perfectly still. He neither raised his fists nor adopted an obvious fighting stance. Instead, he calmly watched each of them approach. His eyes moved from one attacker to another, quietly measuring distance, speed, and timing. He waited until the final possible moment. Then... He moved. The first man swung a heavy punch toward Donald's head. The fist cut through the air with tremendous force. Donald casually stepped sideways. The punch missed completely. The attacker had committed too much of his weight to the strike. Before he could recover his balance, Donald reach

The news of Evelyn Kessington's imprisonment spread across Hallington with astonishing speed. Business executives whispered about it during board meetings. Socialites discussed it behind closed doors. Even ordinary citizens had begun hearing different versions of the story. Among those who received the shocking news was Adrian. The same Adrian who had relentlessly pursued Evelyn despite knowing she had given birth to another man's child. He had convinced himself that, sooner or later, Donald would disappear from Evelyn's life. Instead, Evelyn had ended up behind bars. The moment he heard the news, Adrian abandoned everything he was doing and drove straight to the Kessington mansion. The mansion, once full of laughter and celebration, now felt gloomy. Even the servants moved about quietly. One of them led Adrian into the living room. Edmund and Margaret were already seated there. The moment Adrian saw their exhausted expressions, he knew the rumors had not been exaggerated.