Chapter 485

The pain isn't real until it cuts your own flesh.

Emily Lowell's misdeeds had always been willfully ignored by the Lowell family—as long as they weren't the ones suffering.

Even with evidence staring them in the face, they'd chosen self-deception.

Because the blade never touched their skin.

Now, the Lowells finally tasted the agony Sophia Laurent had endured.

That betrayal by blood felt like a dull knife slowly carving into their hearts.

"Did you find her?" Richard Lowell's voice was gravel.

His secretary handed over a file. "Mr. Lowell, Miss Emily is at the Cunningham estate."

A fleet of luxury cars sped toward the Cunningham villa.

The mansion blazed with lights, alive with clinking glasses and laughter.

The butler ushered them in respectfully upon recognizing the Lowell entourage.

"Young Master Cunningham, the Lowell family is here."

The ballroom fell silent.

Guests exchanged knowing glances.

Some discreetly raised their phones.

Ryan Cunningham's smile froze momentarily.

"Uncle, Aunt, what brings you here so—"

"Tell Emily Lowell to get out here now!" Richard's voice could have iced hell.

A flicker of understanding passed through Ryan's eyes.

He'd anticipated this day would come.

"One moment, please."

As he turned, a mocking smirk played on his lips.

Richard watched his retreating figure, knuckles cracking under the strain.

This man he'd once praised as a perfect son-in-law now grated on his nerves.

Upstairs in the master bedroom.

Emily stood before a mirror, fastening a new diamond necklace.

"Ryan promised me an even bigger one once the research goes into production—"

The doorbell chimed.

"Madam, your family is here."