“Back then, the DNA test was only done between Yvette and Melanie,” Tyler said calmly. “As for why your father never spoke up all these years, I think you already know the reason.”
He cast Sasha a glance that seemed casual, but was anything but. Outsiders might not know what kind of person Sasha really was, but Rachel knew all too well. On the surface, Sasha acted generous, claiming to raise the Lloyd family’s children like her own. But in reality?
Sasha deliberately spoiled Yvette without teaching the latter a shred of discipline. Every time Yvette attended a high-society event, she embarrassed herself. Now, all the heiresses in that social circle treated her like a joke.
Rachel’s fingers gripped the edge of the table. Her knuckles turned white. Her heart ached as if someone had struck it hard. Memories reeled through her mind like a fast-paced film. Why did Jim still treat her so well after she had been thrown out of the Lloyd household? Why did he worry endlessly after she vanished, wondering every day whether she was even still alive?
He had internalized those regrets for so long that they turned into illness. Even knowing he might not live much longer, he left behind a will. Even if she might no longer be in this world, he still made sure a portion of his assets would be donated in her name. It was his way of ensuring her presence remained in the world. Her father had gone through all that pain to protect her memory. Rachel sniffled, and her eyes welled with tears. At that moment, Rachel knew: since her father had done so much for her, she would risk everything to stop people like Yvette and Sasha from getting what they wanted.
She straightened her back. Her eyes lit up again, but they were even colder than before.
“If any of you think that paternity test is fake, I’m happy to do another one with my father at any time. Also…”
Rachel walked up to Yvette, the harshness of her aura crashing down like a cold wind. Yvette was instantly overwhelmed and struggled to breathe as an unexplainable fear surged up inside her. Her body reacted instinctively. She took several steps back.
“W–What are you doing?” she stammered.
Rachel caught the flicker of fear in Yvette’s eyes and gave a disdainful scoff. “With guts like that, you really had the nerve to force Dad to sign the will you two tampered with?”
Yvette’s lips trembled. “Y–You’re lying! Everyone saw the video. It was you who forced him to sign it!”
“Is that so?” Rachel’s voice was calm but icy. “I believe the hospital has surveillance footage. We can check the time you both entered the room. And since the doctor already confirmed Dad’s condition is improving, I’m pretty sure nothing beats him testifying in person.”
Yvette’s legs buckled at her words. “Stop making things up! You’re the one who did this! Don’t try to blame it on me when there’s no proof!”
Just then, Tyler’s voice cut through.
“I happen to have a recording on me. Not sure if it counts as evidence, but why don’t we all listen and find out?”
He retrieved a recording pen from his suit pocket, about to press the play button.