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His gaze finally fell upon Arthur and Evelyn.
"Mr. Sullivan. Mrs. Sullivan."
His voice wasn't loud, but every word struck like an ice pick, driving deep into their chests.
"I entrusted Sienna to you, hoping she would find the family she had lost and receive the warmth and protection she rightfully deserved."
He paused, his eyes turning razor-sharp, making absolutely no effort to hide his furious interrogation.
"Not so she could return to this so-called 'family' only to suffer a second round of trauma."
Those words—*a second round of trauma*—hit Arthur and Evelyn like a sledgehammer.
They were instantly reminded of the eight agonizing years Sienna had spent suffering in the Gauthier household. They had brought her home, swearing up and down they would make it up to her. And the result? She was here, injured once again by another "family member."
Evelyn couldn't hold back her tears any longer. They spilled freely down her cheeks as she rushed over to Sienna, grasping her uninjured hand. Her voice broke, weighed down by endless guilt and self-hatred.
"Sienna... I'm so sorry. Mom and Dad are so sorry... We failed you. We couldn't protect you..."
Sienna looked at her, her expression unreadable, but she didn't pull her hand away.
Arthur's face shifted from red to pale, his chest heaving violently. He had dominated the business world for half his life, yet he had never felt so utterly humiliated. Every word Lucas spoke had pierced right through to his very core.
He took a deep breath, as though cementing a massive decision. His gaze swept over Sabrina, still slumped on the floor, carrying a bone-chilling frost, before finally resting on Sienna.
"We handled this poorly, and we made you suffer."
His voice was hoarse and heavy, laced with absolute, unyielding resolve.
"To announce your identity to the world, and to compensate for the grievances you've endured, the Sullivan family will host the grandest gala this city has ever seen!"
"I want everyone in Metropolis to know that you, Sienna Sawyer, are Arthur Sullivan's one and only precious daughter!"
A grand gala!
Those words exploded in the living room like a crack of thunder.


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