Outcast Queen: Her Return from Hell novel Chapter 337

At the same time, Vanessa was slumped in her chair, sobbing uncontrollably.

"So... it was Phoebe framing her the whole time... Mommy was wrong... I'm so sorry..."

Her voice was raw, laced with deep agony and regret.

Looking back at every curse, every reprimand she had thrown at Phoenix, they now felt like brutal slaps echoing across her own face.

Back then, blinded by prejudice, she had bought every single one of Phoebe's lies without question, personally driving the knife into her own flesh and blood.

But now, this delayed affection was cheaper than dirt.

The damage was already done and irreversible.

Just then, the scene on the massive screen shifted again.

The new focus was Ian.

Watching the stream, Ian's pupils dilated in panic. He shot up from the sofa, roaring, "Phoenix! What the hell are you doing?! Turn it off!!"

In the video, Ian was trying to write a new song. Crumpled drafts covered the floor, and his face was twisted in sheer frustration.

Just as he was pulling his hair out, Phoenix carefully walked into the room and handed him her original composition, *My Brother's Keeper*.

Ian's eyes widened, his heart hammering against his ribs. He knew exactly what was coming next—the darkest, most despicable part of himself was about to be broadcast to millions of viewers.

On screen, Ian sneered, humiliating Phoenix before tossing her sheet music straight into the trash. But the scene cut to the dead of night, showing him sneaking back in, digging that crumpled piece of paper out of the garbage. He greedily claimed it as his own, tweaking it into the track that would launch his stardom.

Immediately after, the video cut again.

This time, it showed Sebastian cowering in a corner.

Seeing himself on the screen, Sebastian began trembling violently. He grabbed his head in sheer terror. "No... no!! Stop! Please make it stop!!"

The video ruthlessly laid bare the truth: how Phoebe had stolen Phoenix's design sketches and packaged them as her own gift for Sebastian, and how the two siblings had colluded to use the stolen work to scam the massive corporation, MK Global.

One piece of evidence after another.

The high-definition footage was an ironclad indictment, stripping away the Prescott family's glamorous veneer layer by layer, exposing the rotting, maggot-infested roots underneath.

This entire family was fundamentally corrupted.

Phoenix leaned down slightly, her words twisting the knife. "You got to jump around because you kept the chess players entertained. But the moment you lose your value, you only have one ending—you're out."

"No! I haven't lost!!"

Phoebe struggled to lift her head, her eyes locking onto Phoenix with absolute venom. "What do these videos even prove? At worst, they show I have character flaws! You want me out? In your dreams!!"

Phoenix shook her head, a scoff escaping her lips. "Are you seriously still trying to claim you aren't the killer from that crash?"

Phoebe subconsciously shot a glance at Lewis, a deep, murderous intent flashing in her eyes. Once she survived this, she was going to kill that traitor.

She turned her head back and screamed hysterically, "That footage is fake! You used Deepfake Technology to swap my face onto the driver! I am innocent! Besides, the case was closed years ago. Are you trying to overturn a legally binding verdict?"

Phoenix laughed, her eyes filled with dark amusement. "Weren't you the one manipulating the public to force a retrial? What's wrong? Now that you're the one trapped in the mud, you want to walk away? Do you take everyone here for an idiot?"

Phoebe's face twisted sharply. "You can use hacker tricks to fabricate a video, but... you can't change the physical evidence!"

"I can prove that Phoenix's accusations are entirely true!"

A hoarse, yet resolute voice suddenly cut through the tension.