Vanessa burst into a manic, breathless laugh.
Security reached for her, but she violently shoved them away.
“Are you really this stupid, Alexander?”
She reached into the bodice of her emerald gown and pulled out a folded, notarized document.
“I had you sign the new trust last night. After your third scotch.”
Her dark lips curled into a wicked sneer.
“The prenup is void. I own this mansion. I own the accounts. You and your broken little brat are the ones leaving!”
Alexander didn’t blink.
He didn’t panic.
He just looked down at Lily.
The whimpering stopped.
The trembling vanished.
Lily let go of Maria’s hand.
Slowly, the little girl stood perfectly straight.
She reached behind her head…
And untied the thick black blindfold.
It dropped to the white marble floor.
Bright, piercing, flawlessly focused blue eyes locked directly onto Vanessa.
Vanessa stopped breathing.
“You… you can see?”
Lily smiled. It was a cold, calculating smile that mirrored her father’s perfectly.
“The accident didn’t take her sight, Vanessa,” Alexander said softly. “It just gave us the perfect bait to see who you truly were.”
Maria, the terrified housekeeper, stood up.
She calmly wiped the fake tears from her face, reached up, and peeled off her dark wig.
Private Investigator Sarah Vance flashed her gold badge.
“And thanks to the 4K lens hidden inside that pearl cane handle,” the detective said, pointing to Lily’s walking stick, “we just live-streamed your assault directly to the police.”
Vanessa’s face turned the color of the marble beneath her feet.
“No… wait—”
“You confessed to the accident,” Alexander whispered. “You’re not getting my money, Vanessa. You’re getting twenty years.”
He nodded to the guards.
“Get this trespasser out of my house.”