<b>Chapter </b><b>412 </b>
<b>Caitlin </b>reacted in a sh, grabbing Cynthia’s wrist just as she lunged forward with the knife.
“Cynthia, don’t do this!”
She pulled the de from Cynthia’s hand, her voice firm. “He’s a monster, yes. But he’ll face justice through thew. Don’t ruin your life for a man like him.”
Cynthia’s weapon was gone, but her tears fell freely as she pointed at Quill and screamed through sobs.
“You bastard! I called you my brother! We share the same father! How could you–how could you try
to kill me?<b>” </b>
Her voice cracked with grief. “You murdered my husband, my son, and my entire family! How have you lived with yourself <b>all </b>this time?”
Her words rang through the boardroom like a hammer striking a bell, full of anguish and fury.
The other Yuncey brothers were shaken. Spencer spoke first, voice tight with disbelief. “You started the Ingram fire? You… how could you<b>?</b>”
Edgar looked like he’d seen a ghost. “We’re family, Quill! Why would you do this to your own sister?”
“You’ve gone too far,” another said. “Too far.”
Quill had no reply. He slumped to the ground,pletely paralyzed, as if suffocating under the weight of their condemnation.
Cynthia, ovee with pain and rage, suddenlyunched herself at Quill.
She grabbed his head–and bit his ear.
“Ahhh-!”
Quill screamed. It was a raw<i>, </i>animalistic howl of pain.
“Help! Somebody help me!”
Blood gushed down the side of his face. Cynthia bit down harder, eyes wild.
It took Spencer and the others to pull her off. By the time they did, her mouth was smeared with blood, and Quill’s ear was nearly gone.
Cynthia spat the piece of ear on the floor.
Quill scrambled to retrieve it, but she stomped it beneath her heel, grinding it into pulp.
Herughter was unhinged, mad with grief. “Ha! I did it! They didn’t die for nothing<b>!</b><b>” </b>
Sheughed, cried, and screamed all at once.
Five years of injustice, of torment and loss–finally, the truth was out.
The room descended into chaos. Some stood frozen, others rushed to help. The brothers dragged Cynthia away. Caitlin and James stood to
the side, calm, watchful. The rest of the shareholders looked on, horrified but unable to look away.
No one would have believed such savagery between siblings–if they hadn’t seen it with their own eyes.
Just as Cynthia was removed, a new group entered the room.
Uniformed police officers strode in. Shaw led the team, holding out his badge.
“Mr. Yuncey,” he said. “We have a warrant for your arrest regarding your involvement in the Ingram fire. You’ll need toe with us<b>.</b><b>” </b>
The cold snap of handcuffs echoed through the room.
Quill, still moaning in agony, was hauled to his feet and led out by the officers.
Shaw gave Caitlin a nod before leaving.
Cynthia was also escorted out by her brothers. Janitors moved in to clean the blood. The ear–what was left of it–was swept into the trash.
Silence returned.
Caitlin walked back to the head of the table.
“Ladies and gentlemen<b>,</b>” she said clearly, “as you’ve seen, Quill Yuncey has been taken into custody for arson and murder. Effective immediately, he is removed from all positions within the Yuncey Group.
“We now require a new acting CEO. I nominate Mr. Kelvin.”
Kelvin looked stunned. Caitlin had appointed him publicly–he hadn’t seen iting.
The shareholders quickly voiced agreement.
With Quill’s 20% in limbo and Caitlin holding a majority, no one had grounds to object.
“No objections.”
“We support the nomination.”
Caitlin gave a small nod. “Then it’s settled. Mr. Kelvin, please take the floor.”
Apuse filled the room as Kelvin stood and bowed slightly.
“Thank you, Caitlin, and thank you all for your trust. I will do everything I can to lead the Yuncey Group forward, to ensure we rise again from these trials, stronger and united.”
Apuse roared again. The leadership transition was nowplete.
With Caitlin at the helm, Kelvin would represent Yuncey in meetings with the CL Group to negotiate the acquisition.
Meanwhile, the news broke like wildfire.
Media outlets, already tipped off, swarmed the entrance of the Yuncey Group headquarters.
When Quill was escorted out in cuffs–ear bandaged, face bloodied–the cameras exploded in shes.
**#Quill Arrested for Arson and Murder**
**#Ingram Fire: The Truth Revealed**
**#Yuncey Group’s Fall From Grace**
The headlines flooded social media. Shock waves hit Departure City again.
The ink hadn’t dried on Dous and Carmen’s court decisions. Rachel and Taylor’s funerals had just passed.
Now, Quill–the head of it all–was dragged out in disgrace.
Online, people were stunned.
[What the hell is happening <b>at </b>Yuncey? One scandal after another!]
Quill, Dous<b>, </b>Carmen… total trash family.]
He burned down an entire house… his own sister’s family! Insane.]
\[What else are they hiding? This can’t be the end.]
At the Yuncey estate, the news reached Timothy.
He dropped his teacup.
“Quill… was arrested?”
The old man’s face drained of color.
Forrest confirmed it. “The Ingram fire. Wilson turned himself in. He gave full testimony—Quill was behind it.”
Timothy staggered back and mmed his hand on the table.
“That monster… I raised that monster!”
He buried his face in his hands.
“So it was true… all this time… Cynthia was telling the truth. And we ignored her. God help us…”
As Timothy wept, a newmotion rose from outside the room.
Yelling. Shouting.
He lifted his head.
“What now?”