Her Divorce, His Downfall (Sophia and Damian) novel Chapter 145

Chapter 145

Jeffrey surged forward, fury boiling within him, intent on seizing Michael.

Julian moved just as swiftly, catching Jeffrey’s arm with a firm grip and a silent shake of his head.

His expression icy, Julian turned his cold gaze upon Michael, an oppressive aura radiating from him.

“I suggest you review this evidence first, Mr. Anderson. See for yourself how your precious daughter orchestrated her sister’s death. Then you can share your… opinions,” Julian said, his voice deceptively calm.

Facing the quartet’s glacial stares, Michael felt an invisible pressure crushing his chest, making it hard to breathe.

After a moment of internal struggle, he slowly crouched and picked up a few pages.

What he saw turned his blood to ice.

Spread before him was a damning catalog of Isabelle’s schemes against Sophia.

The papers felt like searing brands in his hands.

The top sheet showed a grainy surveillance still from a hospital corridor–Isabelle whispering to a grief–stricken, unstable patient, urging her to attack Sophia.

Beneath it were transcripts from a burner phone: Isabelle meticulously planning with Blake, her words coldly plotting Sophia’s demise, a plan that culminated in the devastating factory explosion.

“No… This can’t be… How could Isabelle be this monstrous?” Michael whispered, his face contorting in disbelief.

With trembling hands, he gathered more pages from the floor- the sworn testimony of Frank.

He confessed that during Sophia’s last confinement, it was Isabelle who ordered him to withhold food and water, intending for Sophia to starve to death silently in that room.

Each piece of evidence laid bare Isabelle’s venomous heart, her relentless drive to destroy Sophia.

A wave of sickness washed over Michael.

His scalp crawled with a cold sweat, while deep in his gut, a furnace of rage and a pit of frozen dread warred violently,

This clash of scalding and sub–zero within him was a torment that stole his breath.

How dare she?

“Why? Why would you do this? What did this family ever deny you? Was it food? Clothes? What justified killing your sister?”

His voice cracked with raw fury.

“She and Connor grew up together! You said you liked him, and I made her step aside! You wanted a place at Veridian Group, and I forced Damian to take you in!

“Every time, since you were little, if you wanted something of hers, I told her, ‘You’re the older sister, you must yield.‘ I made her give you everything!”

Lurching forward, Michael grabbed Isabelle’s wrist, ignoring her cry of pain.

“I was so afraid showing her affection would upset you, I didn’t even dare hug her! For a thankless wretch like you, I alienated my daughter for nineteen years! NINETEEN YEARS!”

“You came back at six. You’re twenty–three now. I spoiled you for seventeen years! And this is how you repay me? Do you have any idea…”

His entire body trembled as he choked out the final, agonized ugh.

“She was my daughter, too!!!!”