Outcast Queen: Her Return from Hell novel Chapter 338

Julian stepped out from the back of the crowd. His eyes were bloodshot and intense, swirling with a bottomless pit of guilt and raw determination.

Phoenix raised an eyebrow. She clearly hadn't expected the man who once despised her the most to stand up and testify against the sister he used to cherish above all else.

"Julian? What... what are you doing?!" Phoebe's pupils shrank, panic written all over her face. "Are you teaming up with Phoenix to frame me?! I'm your sister! You've always spoiled me the most. How could you do this to me?!"

"Shut up!!"

The veins bulged on Julian's forehead as he roared through gritted teeth. "If it wasn't for your constant manipulation, I never would have misunderstood Phoenix! I never would have hurt her like that!"

He raised a trembling hand, pointing fiercely at Phoebe, his fingers shaking with absolute rage. "Phoebe, the toxic cancer ruining this family was never Phoenix. It was you! You are the reason our family has been dragged straight to hell!"

"Ian was disfigured and ruined because of you! Sebastian's career was destroyed because of you! It's all because of you!"

"No! It wasn't me!! I didn't do it!" Phoebe shook her head frantically, a pathetic final struggle.

But in the face of the irrefutable video evidence, her pitiful victim routine could no longer buy her an ounce of sympathy. Whether it was the live audience or the millions online, looking at her now only made them physically sick.

Julian took a deep breath, looking as though a crushing weight had been lifted off his shoulders. He turned to face Phoenix.

"Phoenix, I'm sorry... I was wrong."

Phoenix let out a cold laugh, her gaze freezing over. "What's the point of realizing you're wrong now? Julian, we've legally severed our ties. We haven't been siblings for a long time. Save the tragic acting. It makes me nauseous."

Her response was brutally cold, slicing into Julian's chest like a dull blade and bringing a sharp wave of agonizing regret.

But he knew perfectly well he brought this on himself. The bloody wounds of the past couldn't be erased with just a few empty apologies.

"I know you'll never forgive me, Phoenix. And that's okay..." Julian turned his back to her, facing the furious crowd. "Right now, I just want to atone."

He took a deep breath and shouted, "Everyone—the real killer from the car crash four years ago was Phoebe!"

That single sentence dropped like a bombshell, paralyzing Phoebe where she stood.

Julian's testimony was undoubtedly the final nail in the coffin.

"I can say this with absolute certainty because I was part of the cover-up. I personally pushed my own biological sister, Phoenix, out to take the fall for Phoebe."

"I was the one who altered the security footage and manufactured the fake evidence to pin a crime she didn't commit entirely on Phoenix's shoulders."

Julian looked back at Phoenix, his eyes entirely hollowed out by guilt and helplessness.

Phoenix frowned slightly. Julian was actually planning to shoulder the entire legal blow for perjury himself?

Phoebe was taken away in handcuffs. Under the crushing weight of public demand, the old case would be entirely reopened. What awaited her was the absolute harshest punishment the law could deliver.

After this battle, the Prescott family empire was effectively dead.

The Prescott Group's stock plunged off a cliff. The shareholders panicked, launching a hostile takeover demanding Warren step down and face the consequences. Alistair was furious; he immediately stripped Warren of his CEO position. Though Warren technically retained the title of family head, it was completely meaningless now.

The rest of the Prescotts didn't escape the fallout either.

Ian and Sebastian were dragged through the mud as the internet dug up their entire histories.

Ian, who had planned to recover and flee the country until the storm blew over, was spotted hiding at Cloudhaven General Hospital. Every single day, angry crowds gathered outside his room, hurling abuse and death threats.

Sebastian completely shut down, refusing to take a single step outside his bedroom. The internet used to be his safe haven from reality, but now, the second he turned on a screen, he was met with endless malice and demands for his head. He was trapped like a prisoner on an isolated island, trembling in sheer terror.

While the Prescott family burned to the ground, Phoenix and Lewis quietly walked into a hospital room.

When Lewis saw Quinn lying perfectly still on the bed, looking exactly like a sleeping beauty, his eyes instantly flooded with hot tears.

"Quinn..."