Chapter 40 CHAPTER 40
At that moment, Vincent nodded quickly, relief and urgency mixing in his expression.
“That’s fine,” he said. “That’s more than fine. It’s perfect—really, very perfect. Just please, if you can, call him now. Call him immediately so we’ll know exactly where we stand and what we should do next.”
Tasha gave a small, confident nod.
“Don’t worry,” she said. “I’ll do that.”
With that, she pulled out her phone and stepped a short distance away, giving the family a bit of privacy while she placed the call.
As soon as she moved off, Deborah and Jessica exchanged a glance.
Then Jessica leaned slightly toward her mother and lowered her voice.
“Should we tell them about the card?” she whispered. “The golden card Megan had the one she showed us? Shouldn’t we mention it?”
Deborah immediately shook her head.
“No,” she said under her breath. “There’s no need for that. None at all.”
Her voice carried quiet certainty.
“One way or another, Tasha’s uncle—General Zakaria is going to deal with her. So why bother dragging up something unnecessary now?”
She frowned faintly and added, “There’s no point burdening ourselves with details that are no longer relevant.”
Jessica considered that for a moment, then slowly nodded.
And Deborah did the same.
Not long after, Tasha returned and said, “I just spoke to my uncle.”
Immediately, every head in the room turned toward Tasha.
All attention shifted to her at once, as if the entire family’s fate now rested on whatever words were about to leave her mouth.
“What did he say?”
The question came almost all at once.
Deborah asked it. Jessica echoed it. Vincent and Mr. Bushman spoke at nearly the same time, their voices overlapping in anxious anticipation.
“What did he say?”
Without wasting another second, Tasha answered.
“Well,” she said, “he told me that you can all come and see him tomorrow.”
A wave of relief moved through the room, but she raised her hand slightly, signaling that she was not finished.
“He also said that a very close associate of his is holding an event tomorrow something like an exclusive presentation and selection for valuable items. A lot of important people will be there.”
She paused just long enough for the meaning to settle.
“And if your real goal is to speak to Mr. Oliver, then that works even better, because Mr. Oliver will also be there tomorrow.”
That changed everything.
Tasha continued, calm and assured, “So tomorrow will be the perfect opportunity for all of this to be settled once and for all.”
The moment she said that, the tension in the room finally broke.
Vincent moved toward her almost immediately, his face filled with gratitude. He took her hands firmly in his and said, “Thank you. Thank you so much.”
His voice was thick with emotion.
“If not for you, how would I have found my way through all of this? Honestly, I don’t even know what I would have done.”
He shook his head, overwhelmed.
“This is what people mean when they say a man needs a backbone beside him. This this is exactly it. Now I understand what they truly mean when they say support is everything.”
A faint smile touched his face for the first time in a long while.
“I’m truly grateful. For everything. Thank you so much.”
Tasha looked at him with warmth and quiet loyalty before saying, “Well, if I can’t help you in a situation like this, then who am I? How would I even deserve to be called the woman in your life? So this is my little way of assisting you.”
Immediately, the mood in the house changed completely.
The family was filled with relief, joy, and excitement, all because they finally believed they were about to come out of the chaos—the ugly drama that had suddenly erupted around them. For the first time in hours, hope returned to the room.
Mr. Bushman turned to Tasha, his face full of gratitude.
“Thank you so much for stepping in,” he said sincerely. “Thank you for lending your hand and helping us. If not for you, who knows what might have happened? This could have turned into something terrible something people would have used to laugh at us.”
Tasha gave a humble nod, but everyone knew her intervention had changed everything.
Even Vincent, who had been consumed by rage and frustration, now felt a rising sense of victory. Yet beneath that relief, his anger toward Megan remained alive—sharp, bitter, and unforgiving.
Deep down, he swore to himself that Megan would pay for this.
She would pay for everything.
Then he turned to his mother and spoke through clenched determination.
“I don’t care what is going to happen,” he said. “I don’t care what people will say. I don’t care what kind of image this brings to me. Megan is going to pay for this.”
His eyes darkened.
“She wanted to destroy my life. She wanted to ruin my life, my marriage and family so she could laugh at me. So she is going to pay for this severely.”
At that moment, the entire family nodded in agreement.
“Yes,” they said. “Why not?”
Deborah’s own voice rose with cold resolve.
“We are not going to draw back any longer. We are not going to hold back any longer.”
And just like that, they all came to the same conclusion.
“Tomorrow would not only be about resolving the matter it would also be the day everything would break loose on Megan’s head.”