Yvette walked out groggily. She plopped down on a chair opposite William and asked, “What on earth do you need from me at this hour?”

William, recovered from the alcohol, stared at Yvette with utter seriousness. “Yvette, if you still see me as your brother-in-law, answer me this. Five years ago, you suddenly appeared at Tyler’s apartment in the suburbs. Was it your sister who called you there, or was there really something going on between you and Tyler?”

Yvette pursed her lips, surprised that William still remembered something that had happened so many years ago. She glanced guiltily at him, evading the question. “William, it’s been so many years. Why are you still hung up over that?”

She sounded as though she was trying to dissuade William, but her words only served to deepen his curiosity. The knot in his brows tightened; he leaned forward, subconsciously clenching his fists.

“You have to come clean with me. I might be able to save you if you tell me the truth. If you don’t… if word of your schemes against your sister gets out, you should know the consequences.”

William’s threat made Yvette’s face turn pale. She struggled to deny it. “What… what nonsense are you spouting? William, I still see you as my brother-in-law. How could you mistreat me like this?”

William sneered; he pulled out a file from a drawer and flung it at Yvette. “Take a look.”

Yvette grabbed the folder and flipped it open. As she read through the content, her hands started trembling. Sasha was the one who gave her the idea. If Sasha hadn’t instigated her, she would never have done something like that. Now that she thought about it, she truly regretted her actions. The worst part? She had no idea of the whereabouts of the man she had hired. It was like a ticking time bomb. Who knew if he was dead or alive?

Yvette saw records of their fund transfer in the document before her, as well as pictures of their meeting. Despite this, she remained stubborn. “Even if you have photos, how can you prove that I’m the one in them?”

William lowered his head and sneered again, disdain filling his eyes as he looked back at Yvette. “Forget about putting up a last-ditch effort to deny what you did. Since I dare to bring this up, you’d better believe that I have proof.”

Yvette bit her lips, a mix of guilt and fear tormenting her.

William saw the hesitation in her eyes. Not wanting to waste any more time with her, he pushed farther, “Since you refuse to talk, I have no choice but to get the police involved.”

With that, he pulled out his phone to call the police, but Yvette hurriedly pressed his hand down. “Don’t, William! I’ll tell you the truth…”

Yvette came clean about everything that happened five years ago. By the time she was done, the look on William’s face was nothing short of murderous. His lips were pursed tightly. The next moment, he swept everything on his table to the floor with a swing of his arm. Yvette jumped from her chair in fright and stumbled a few steps back. William’s entire body was shaking, the light above him reflecting off his hair and casting a shadow on his face. A storm was clearly brewing in his eyes.

“William, I… I think you shouldn’t get so angry,” she tried to persuade William, her voice still shaky. “Rachel was probably furious with how you and Samantha crossed the line, and that’s why she…”

“Scram!” William yelled at her, veins popping on his forehead.

Yvette dashed out of the room like a frightened rabbit. She shut the door and patted her chest as she exhaled out loud.