Secrets Of The Neglected Wife

Chapter 1306:

“Mr. Lloyd, someone has just submitted evidence of your tax evasion to the government. Not just that, there’s also proof of your involvement in unfair competition from years ago.”

The assistant had intended to cover things up, but the situation had spiraled beyond his control. Now, even if he wanted to shift the blame, it was already too late. Someone had set this up in advance.

Cold sweat beaded on his forehead as he continued, “The evidence in the police’s possession is airtight. There’s no way to suppress this anymore.”noveldrama

Brook’s expression darkened, his grip tightening around the phone.

“That’s impossible.”

The moment the call ended, he turned sharply toward Kellan, his voice a mixture of suspicion and rage.

“Was this your doing? Did you set me up?”

Kellan met his gaze with an eerie calm.

“I told you before that what was never truly yours will eventually return to its rightful owner.”

Allison let out a cold laugh, her tone dripping with mockery.

“Mr. Lloyd, if you were so afraid of this day coming, maybe you shouldn’t have committed those crimes in the first place. But you did, and now, you’re paying the price.”

Their words made Brook’s face contort with fury. He had never once imagined that his downfall would come at the hands of his own son.

Gripping his cane tightly, he raised it in a fit of rage.

“You ungrateful brat! I’m your father. How dare you betray me!”

Before the blow could land, Kellan caught the cane effortlessly and took a step closer.

“‘Dad’, this is the last time I’ll ever call you that.”

Kellan’s voice was calm, but his gaze was ice-cold.

There was a time when he had looked up to his father and held onto the hope that the man he admired would live up to his expectations. But those illusions shattered the day his father betrayed his mother, cheating on her, driving her to her death, and seizing control of everything she had built. From that moment on, hatred took root in Kellan’s heart.

For years, he had been laying the groundwork, patiently strategizing, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. And now, with everything set in motion, he was ready to claim what was rightfully his in a single, decisive blow.

“From now on, you’re on your own. Sooner or later, I’ll take back everything that belongs to me.”

The weight of his words carried undeniable authority. It was the condescension of a superior. It was also a sense of oppression.

“You…”

Brook tightened his grip on his cane, but when he tried to yank it back, he found that he couldn’t.

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