Sophia couldn't take her eyes off Margaret. The old Ainsworth estate had become unusually quiet. Even Victor, who had been standing beside Jonathan, seemed interested in what would happen next. Sophia took a small step forward. "Is it true?" she asked.Margaret's lips trembled, but no words came out."Please, don't just stand there looking at me. I need an answer."Jonathan smiled faintly. "Why are you asking her? I've already told you the truth.""Nobody asked you!" Sophia snapped. For the first time that evening, Jonathan's smile disappeared.Ethan moved closer to his wife. "Sophia, take your time. Nobody is going to force you to accept anything without proof."Sophia nodded, although her eyes remained fixed on Margaret. "Did you give birth to me?"Margaret lowered her head. A tear rolled down her cheek. "Yes," she whispered.Sophia felt the ground shift beneath her feet. She stepped backwards, shaking her head. "No. That's not possible.""I'm sorry," Margaret said."Sorry?" Sophia

Ethan stared at the photograph on his phone. Richard Carter was sitting in a dark room, his hands tied behind his back. The man standing behind him was partially hidden by the shadows, but there was something familiar about his appearance. Ethan enlarged the picture. "Who is this man?" he asked.Augustus looked at the screen. His expression changed immediately. "Where did you get that?""Someone just sent it to me. They claim to be holding my father."Augustus slowly sat down. "Then things are worse than I thought."Ethan stepped closer. "You said Jonathan was working with the person who ordered the fire. Now you're telling me there's someone above him. Who is it?"Augustus looked towards the entrance. "His name is Malcolm Voss."Peter frowned. "Malcolm Voss? I thought he died years ago.""He was reported dead," Augustus replied. "But that was part of the plan."Daniel Grant shook his head. "I knew Jonathan had someone giving him instructions, but I never knew it was Malcolm."Augustu