The Sinclair family had devolved into an absolute circus.

Wade Sinclair publicly denounced Amelia, pointing out that her attempt to hire a hitman was the sole catalyst for the Sinclair Group's destruction. In a vicious press release, he demanded she face the maximum penalty and rot in prison.

Simultaneously, Sophia's livestream account was permanently banned. The Everhart legal team released a public statement issuing a severe cease and desist, promising swift litigation regarding her defamatory claims about the hotel rendezvous.

Overnight, the Sinclair family's total meltdown became the internet's favorite spectator sport.

Watching the Sinclairs finally reap what they had sown put Lemira in an exceptionally good mood.

Karma was a beautiful thing.

Years ago, the Sinclairs had orchestrated the deaths of her parents to steal a crucial project, allowing them to masquerade as high society elites for over a decade. Now, the bill had finally come due.

Lemira felt a profound sense of vindication.

Just then, her phone buzzed with a text from Rowan: "Today is a day worth celebrating. Come home for dinner tonight."

Staring at the screen, Lemira hesitated. It truly was a day worth celebrating.

But she had zero desire to share a meal with the Langston brothers.

However, she had given Rowan her word yesterday, and she still needed his medical expertise.

After a brief internal debate, she replied: "Alright."

Rowan immediately texted back: "Is there anything specific you want to eat?"

"No."

After sending that brief reply, Lemira put her phone away.

As evening approached and she prepared to drive to the Langston Estate, she sent

a quick message to Orion: "Any updates from the hospital investigation?"

"A few. We caught the doctor who swapped the charts. My team is currently extracting the details from him."

If they already had the traitor in custody, the rest of the puzzle would come together quickly.

Amelia had spent years meticulously plotting this assassination, waiting for the perfect moment to watch Amanda die. It was a shame she'd be spending the rest of her life in a cell instead.

Lemira pulled her car through the gates of the Langston Estate.

As she approached the grand entrance, the head butler hurried over, bowing respectfully. "Ms. Lemira, welcome home."

Lemira offered a faint, polite smile. "Has Evelina been behaving herself?"

The only thing she cared about inside these walls was keeping tabs on Evelina. The

lawsuit wasn't finalized yet, and she couldn't afford any wildcards.

While she wasn't entirely convinced Hale actually cared about his only daughter, Evelina was still the only viable leverage they had against him.

The butler replied carefully, "Under Mr. Lucian's strict orders, Ms. Sterling is not permitted to leave the premises, save for her scheduled prenatal appointments. Her temper has been quite volatile lately She constantly demands luxury goods and she's been getting into screaming matches with Mr. Alaric over it."

Lemira raised an eyebrow. "Has she tried anything suspicious?"

"Not from what we can tell. Her personal phone was confiscated, and all activity on her tablet is heavily monitored. She doesn't have the means to pull any stunts." Hearing this, Lemira had to admit her brothers had actually wised up significantly.

But at this point, Evelina had lost almost all of her tactical value. With the Sinclair family completely bankrupt, they no longer possessed the resources to pose a legitimate threat.

Rowan was right. Today was a good day.

Stepping into the massive living

room, Lemira found all six Langston brothers, dressed in immaculate

black suits, sitting in perfect

alignment on the sofas, as if waiting for a highly anticipated guest.

Evelina was nowhere to be seen.

As Lemira approached, Lucian stood up. "You're here. Let's pay our respects to The Ancestral Portraits together."

Lemira didn't ask why. She simply walked to the center of the room and stood before the framed photos of their late parents.

Looking at their faces, she spoke softly. "Mom, it took me so many years to remember what actually happened during that crash. Was justincredibly stupid you fought so hard to push me out of that O wreckage so I could survive." Cóntent belongs to swnóvel

Lucian's voice was tight with emotion. "They wanted you to live, Lemmy."

Asher looked at her sharply. "You mentioned before that you saw someone else at the crash site. Is there something else you're hiding from us?"