Chapter 93 The Truth Revealed

Chapter 93 The Truth Revealed

"This is the security footage from the day Megan brought soup to Susan," Sophia said, holding her phone out to Thomas. "Take a good look at how your precious Susan staged the whole thing."

Thomas's pupils tightened. His fingers trembled as he played the video over and over.

Susan's face went pale. Her lips quivered. "No... no, that's not what happened! She faked it! The video is a lie!"

"A lie?" Sophia arched a brow. "Should I bring in the tech who serviced the cameras that day? Or maybe we can go check the original files right now?"

Susan's sobs cut off as if someone had pressed a hand to her throat.

Thomas turned to her sharply, shock and doubt flooding his eyes. "Susan... is that really you in the video? Why would you do something like this?"

"I didn't!" Susan clung to his arm, tears spilling fast. "Thomas, you have to believe me! Sophia is framing me! She just wants to drive us apart!"

"Drive you apart?" Sophia leaned back against the wall, arms folded. "Last month you quietly transferred fifty grand from Thomas's account to buy your brother a wedding apartment. Care to explain that? Or should I also play the recording of you arguing with your parents outside the Caldwell Mansion, talking about threatening Megan?"

With every word, Thomas's face drained of color. He yanked his arm free and stepped back. "You... you really took my money? And what did you mean when you told my mother those things?"

"I did it for our future!" Susan's voice cracked. "My brother's getting married—how could I not help? And I only fought with my mother because she took my wedding gift! As for the recording—"

She froze, realizing too late she had just confessed. The room went deathly still.

Thomas stared at her, the pieces falling into place—her secret phone calls, her fixation on the Caldwell fortune, the way her eyes darted every time Megan's name came up.

"So all that talk about being wronged... it was just an act." His voice was barely above a whisper. "You were with me for the Caldwell money, weren't you?"

"No! Thomas, listen to me!" Susan reached for him, but he shoved her hand away.

He stumbled back, hitting the wall. His eyes darted between Susan and Sophia, dazed. Moments ago he had been ready to fight for her. Now he felt like the biggest fool in the room.

"Enough," Henry said, his voice cutting through the tension. "Thomas, she carried your child. Whatever's left between you, that's yours to deal with."

He turned to Sophia. "We're leaving."

Sophia nodded. As she passed Thomas, she paused. "Some people aren't worth your loyalty. If you have any sense left, you'll figure out who's been using you."

Thomas sank to the floor, fingers digging into his hair, a muffled sound breaking from his throat. 

Henry and Susan stepped out into the blinding sunlight. Henry opened the car door for Sophia.

Sophia suddenly said, "Susan's own impatience gave me the opening to turn it around. This way, your mother stays untouched."

She buckled her seatbelt. "I just didn't expect Thomas to be this easy to fool."

Henry started the engine, stealing a glance at her calm profile. In the hospital room she had faced Susan's hysteria and Thomas's accusations without flinching. That kind of composure drew him in like a magnet.

"Any word from Joseph?" she asked suddenly.

Henry's jaw tightened. He still didn't understand why she insisted on bringing Joseph into the investigation of the overseas network. 

"He called this morning. Said someone was following him."

Sophia pulled out her phone, but before she could dial, the screen lit up with a message from Joseph: [Miss Bennett! I'm cornered at the docks! They look foreign!] A location pin followed.

"I'll handle it." She flipped open her laptop, fingers flying over the keys.

Henry pulled over and watched as she hacked into the dock's security feed. On-screen, a dozen men in black suits surrounded Joseph, fists flying. Joseph could fight, but not against that many. He went down hard.

"They're Silvanian mafia," Sophia said, pulling up their profiles. "They've done business with Oscar's offshore accounts."

Her typing quickened. The dock lights went out in unison, cameras whirring wildly before emitting a sharp buzz. 

"I've hijacked their comms," she said with a thin smile. "Let's make things harder for them."

She switched to the traffic control system, cycling the nearby lights to red and drawing police attention. Sirens wailed through the speakers. The men cursed and scattered. Joseph staggered to his feet, spotted the camera, and gave a thumbs-up before limping toward a car.

"Done." Sophia shut the laptop and exhaled.

Henry's gaze lingered on her, admiration clear. "You seem to know how to do everything."

"Just a little of this and that," she said modestly—her phone rang before she could say more.

"Miss Bennett! You saved my life!" Joseph's voice was still shaky. "If you hadn't stepped in, I'd be done for."

"Any news on Oscar?"

"Plenty," he said, lowering his voice. "I hacked into his offshore accounts. He's dealing with a group called the Midnight Accord. Looks tied to the Black Ice Project."

Sophia's brows lifted. "Good work. Find somewhere safe to hide. Don't get spotted again."

"Got it." He paused, and a sudden warmth slipped into his voice. "Oh, and Miss Bennett—Celeste's been worried about you."

A woman's voice chimed in from the background, "Sophia! Surprise! I'm here with him! You two look like you're in the middle of a Hollywood action flick, so I told Joseph to bring me along!"