While Scarlett was sending her message.
Yardley and Corinne had just finished helping Sylvia put Caleb to sleep and walked out of her room.
Last night, Yardley had originally intended to stay with Scarlett and their daughter.
But Sylvia had been restless the entire night. She had fluctuated between a fever, dizziness, and vomiting. Her unstable condition had forced his hand, leading him to take the red ginseng for her recovery.
Julian Croft had been deeply concerned about his wife's condition, calling several times to check in.
To ease his best friend's worries, Yardley stayed by Sylvia's side all night. It wasn't until past six in the morning, after she drank the ginseng tea, that she finally fell into a peaceful sleep.
Corinne's phone chimed repeatedly. She pulled it out and saw the messages from Scarlett.
Seeing Scarlett's outrageous demand for a hundred million dollars made Corinne's vision swim with rage.
Without even listening to the audio files, she shoved the phone at Yardley.
"Look at the wonderful wife you picked. She's extorting me now. Demanding a hundred million straight out of the gate."
Shocked, Yardley took the phone. Reading the cold, demanding text, he could hardly believe his eyes.
Did Scarlett really send this?
He scrolled up through the chat history to confirm it was actually her number. It was.
But compared to her previous polite, warm messages checking in on Corinne, the tone was a jarring contrast. It was as if another person had written it.
His expression darkened. He walked into the study with the phone and played the audio files.
By the time both recordings ended, Yardley's face was completely grim.
Corinne, sitting on the sofa opposite him, couldn't contain herself. She shot to her feet.
"That second one is clearly a man's voice! How could Sylvia have sent that? She definitely used AI to fake it just to smear Sylvia's name!"
Corinne had heard the first recording before, and Sylvia had confessed to saying those things in a moment of distress.
But the second recording was obviously distorted. Even though the context matched Sylvia's situation perfectly, she had been with them the entire night.
She was miserably sick. There was no way she had called Scarlett. Corinne was convinced it was a total frame-up.


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