Chapter 132: Ryan’s Trump Card
Five minutes later, the tide turned again.
This wasn't an anonymous leak. This was a professional evidence chain released by New York’s top legal team on Evelyn’s behalf.
It wasn't just the recording. It included the original bank statements showing Octavina’s transfers to the hitmen, a video confession from the middleman, and even a secret photo of the masked thug receiving cash from the Green family butler.
The evidence was undeniable. Every image and video felt like a slap to the Green family and the people who had been hurling insults.
Then, Ethan entered the room with a technical report. "We found it," he said, his eyes bright. "The 'affair' videos Sienna posted—we traced the original IP address. It came from Sienna’s own apartment."
"And," Ethan spread the report on the bed, "I had an image expert analyze the footage. The woman in the video has a mole behind her ear. You don't. It was a body double."
"Give it to the police," Evelyn’s voice was steady. "I’m suing Sienna for defamation. I want her in a cell."
The Green family was blindsided. The internet mob went silent for a moment before turning their rage toward Octavina and Sienna. Omni Group’s stock crashed so hard it triggered a trading halt.
Just then, Evelyn’s lawyer received a call from the court.
"Madam," the lawyer said, hanging up. "The court has formally accepted your divorce filing. Due to the public pressure, they’ve put it on the fast track."
Evelyn sat up straight. "Good."
"However," the lawyer hesitated. "The Green family’s legal team has filed a motion. They are insisting the miscarried child was not Mr. Green’s. They’re using 'infidelity' as a reason to deny you any settlement and sue you for libel. The court is demanding a biological sample from the fetus for a mandatory DNA test."
The air in the room froze. Ethan instinctively looked at Evelyn’s slightly rounded belly. The real baby was still inside her. There was no "miscarried sample" to give.
If they couldn't produce a sample, or if the sample didn't match, Evelyn would be branded a fraud. This was the Greens' most vicious move. They were betting that either the child wasn't Damian's or that Evelyn had destroyed the "remains." If she couldn't prove the paternity, they could win it all back.
"Don't worry."
Ryan’s voice broke the silence. He stood up and took a biohazard-labeled cooler from a guard at the door. He placed it on Evelyn’s over-bed table.
"Open it," he said with a reassuring smile.
Evelyn opened the box. Inside was a sealed vial of dark red blood. "What is this?"
"Damian’s blood," Ryan whispered so only she could hear. "A month ago, during the Omni Group executive physicals, I had someone intercept a sample."
Evelyn’s pupils contracted. She understood immediately.
The court wanted to know if the "dead child" shared Damian’s DNA. They would give the court a sample that was an absolute match. By using Damian’s own blood to pose as the "fetal sample," the DNA test would show a perfect genetic link. It would prove the "child" was undeniably his.
"They want the truth?" Ryan leaned in. "We’ll give them a 'truth' that nails them to the cross forever."
The final weight lifted from Evelyn’s heart. She closed the box, her fingers tracing the cold metal. "Good. Let them test it. I want Damian to see, with his own eyes, that he and his mother murdered his only heir."
One day later.
Director Worth’s funeral was held at a cemetery in the suburbs. There were no celebrities, only a few old colleagues from the design world and people who had been helped by the orphanage.
Evelyn wore a black dress with a white carnation pinned to her chest. She stood by the grave, watching the dark casket descend. It felt like half of her soul was being buried with it. Ryan held a black umbrella over her, shielding her from the rain, but he couldn't shield her from the hollow despair in her eyes.
As the priest finished the final prayer, a loud commotion shattered the silence.
"Evelyn! You curse! How dare you show your face here?"
A group of people in cheap clothes broke through the security line and rushed toward the grave. Evelyn looked up blankly. She recognized them. They were "peers" who had grown up in the orphanage with her. Some were now street thugs; others were just bitter.
"You killed the Director!" the leader shouted, spitting in his rage. "If you hadn't pissed off the Greens, she wouldn't have been involved! You brought this disaster to the orphanage!"
"She’s right! You’re a jinx!" a woman screamed. "Now that she’s dead, the orphanage land is going to be sold. What happens to the kids still there? You’re selfish, Evelyn! Her blood is on your hands!"