NovelEndChapter 248 "Even before your accident, there were regular transfers between Phelps and Zack," Citrine said, pulling a stack of printed bank statements from her bag and laying them out in front of Manley. "Zack's daughter needed money for her medical treatment. She'd been waiting years for a heart transplant, but nothing matched until the very morning of your accident. That's when she finally got a compatible heart. Tell me, isn't that a little too convenient?" Manley stared at the statements, his face darkening with every line he read.
Phelps had been his childhood friend-practically a brother-and after Manley's accident, the only one who still made the effort to see him.
Manley's hands shook as he clutched the printouts, his expression twisted with pain and disbelief.
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Citrine plugged a USB drive into the laptop and played the final piece of evidence —a surveillance video from the Jensen family's study.
The footage showed Phelps lounging on the sofa, legs crossed. Sitting beside him was Zack.
Phelps's gaze lingered on Zack, admiration flickering in his eyes. "You did well. This is your reward." As he spoke, Phelps pushed a box stuffed with cash toward Zack.
Zack didn't reach for it. Instead, he looked Phelps straight in the eye, his tone resolute. "All I care about is my daughter getting a compatible heart. I don't want your money." A slow grin spread across Phelps's face. "Con, Zack. Her transplant's already arranged. You did your part perfectly-this is just a bonus." He nudged the box of cash closer.
This time, Zack didn't refuse.
But as he stood to leave, he paused. "Mr. Jensen, you and Manley grew up together. You're supposed to be close. Why did you do this to him?" At the mention of Manley, Phelps's smile vanished. His face went cold; a flicker of hatred flashed in his eyes.
"I despise him," Phelps spat. "He was always better than me-smarter, richer, more admired. Every competition we entered together, he would always cfirst, and I'd be stuck in second place. In college, I chased the sgirl for three years-she never even glanced at me, but she clung to Manley like a leech. Even in the Jensen family, I was more qualified than that bastard, but my father would rather hand the company to a nobody than to me. Yet Weston allowed Manley to enter the heir selection process, treating him as an equal. I admit it—I'm jealous. Jealous enough to wish he were dead. Too bad the car crash didn't finish him off. Still, seeing the golden boy end up crippled...that's almost satisfying." He sneered, his face twisted with rage. "Watching him beca cripple thrilled me. Finally, he can't steal my spotlight ever again." Manley sat frozen, his body rigid as the video ended.
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"That bastard," he snarled through gritted teeth, eyes burning red as the glared at the screen. "I'll make him pay for this." Citrine quietly removed the USB, handed it to Manley, and said, "Uncle Manley, now you know the truth. This is yours." Raymond stepped forward, giving Manley's shoulder a reassuring pat.
After a moment's hesitation, Raymond spoke up. "The onl I was even there that day only reason onlyeason day was because someone tippedoff that you were in danger."
Outwardly, their relationship had always seemed strained. But the truth was, Raymond and Manley were brothers-blood brothers. Even as rivals for the family inheritance, Raymond had never once considered harming him.
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