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    Tiffany nodded thoughtfully. “Indeed, that sounds like the best course of action. This way, Lawrence and Lindsay will reim their rightful identities, and they won’t have to suffer any further injustices.”


    As she spoke, her gaze flickered toward Connor. “Connor, I hope you’ll issue another statement, saying that you and Marissa have loved each other for years, while you and I only put on a show because Arabe favored me. In truth, there was never a real marriage, nor were we ever a true couple. That way, Marissa can take her ce as Mrs. Daniels, as she should.”


    She let out a soft sigh, her voice tinged with hesitation. “But Arabe might not take kindly to this. I can’t say for sure if she’ll agree.”


    Connor found the exnation quite clever. “She will. My grandma has always been fond of Marissa, and she has already epted our marriage. For the sake of the family’s happiness and unity, she would be willing to make a small sacrifice.”


    Tiffany gave a small, self-conscious shrug. “In the end, we’re being a little cruel, letting a woman in her nies bear all the me.” Her words drew a chuckle from the others.


    Connor rubbed his nose, a twinge of guilt creeping in.


    As soon as they returned to Blebert, Connor wasted no time heading to the Brock family’s house to meet Everett’s grandfather—the elusive Mr. Cartwright. At the same time, he ordered Neil’s family to be detained.


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    Cartwright already knew of Everett’s demise. He sat motionless, his spirit hollowed out. Everything he had meticulously built had crumbled before his eyes, and there was nothing he could do to change it.


    So, he didn’t bother running. He didn’t even attempt to disguise himself. He simply sat in his living room, hands gripping the head of his cane, waiting for Connor’s arrival.


    When Connor stepped into the living room, Cartwright barely lifted his gaze. “So, you’ve finallye.”


    Connor wasted no breath on pleasantries. He let out a cold, humorlessugh.


    “It’s time to settle the score.”


    “You’re right. It’s over—I lost.” Cartwright gave a weary nod.


    A bitter smile ghosted his lips. “I always thought the Daniels family was mine to toy with. Never once did I imagine that you would slip through my fingers. That was my greatest mistake—letting you grow unchecked.”


    Connor’s expression darkened, his voice tight with tension. “Where is my brother?”


    Given Cartwright’s merciless ways, Connor had long suspected the worst—that his brother was no longer alive.


    A flicker of cruel satisfaction crossed Cartwright’s face. “Do you think I would have let him live after swapping him with my son?”


    Connor had braced himself for this, yet hearing it aloud still sent a sharp wave of fury through him. His fists clenched, his eyes burning red with rage. “Then the Brock family will pay.”


    Cartwright let out a hollow chuckle, thest embers of defiance in his voice. “Everett was my final hope, and now that he is gone, the Brock family is finished. There’s nothing left to lose.”


    With those final words, Cartwright let out a heavy sigh. Suddenly, a torrent of blood spilled from his mouth, and he slumped lifelessly onto the sofa.


    Domenic rushed forward, pressing two fingers to Cartwright’s pulse. His expression turned grim. “Mr. Daniels… he is dead. He must have taken poison beforehand.”


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