Chapter 238 Poison in the Family
He was about to say something else when a knock came at the door.
His brow furrowed.
Striding over, he pulled the door ope
“You all saw that, right? Some people, afraid they can’t hold their ground now that they’re back in Jandale. are trying to take down my father.”
“Scarlett, you’re a college student! You’ve had a higher education!”
“How could you do something so shameless?”
Grace stood at the doorway, holding her phone toward the room.
She wasn’t live–streaming–she was recording.
Even though everything in the room was perfectly normal, she was deliberately steering the narrative in a twisted direction.
“You and Jose were classmates. I thought you were just visiting.”
“But I was wrong, wasn’t I?”
“You just got back into the Lane family. If you behaved properly, everyone would eventually accept you.”
“But instead, you chose the shortcut. You seduced my father!”
Samuel’s face turned a sickly green with rage.
“What nonsense are you spewin 4
Grace looked utterly shocked.
Turn that phone off! Don’t hurt Ms. Lane!”
“Dad? You’re still defending this little vixen?”
“I’m your biological daughter! I’m protecting your reputation! You’re a respected elder–your good name can’t be ruined like this!”
Samuel nearly coughed up blood.
What kind of absolute garbage was she saying?
He glanced nervously at Scarlett.
He was terrified she’d walk out right then and there.
Scarlett lowered her gaze as she tucked the last voice recorder into the side pocket of her bag. Her fingertip gently pressed the fabric, and a tiny camera hidden in the doorframe quietly shut down.
When she turned around, the faint smile still lingered on her lips, but her eyes had turned icy cold.
“Miss Kuang, calling hypnotherapy ‘seduction‘ reminds me of a psychological concept–reaction formation.”
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Chapter 30 Person if the Family
She strolled up to Grace, a faint medicinal scent drifting through the air.
Grace, caught off guard, breathed it right in.
“When people can’t accept their own desires, they project those urges onto others”
Grace wanted to retort, to say Scarlett was talking nonsense, but her wrist suddenly stopped obeying her
Her phone slipped from her hand and hit the floor with a clatter, the recording screen frozen mid–shake.
Scarlett bent down and picked it up, her fingers flying across the screen.
“What’s the point of this video?”
“I’ve got something much more interesting. That painting in the hallway–you gave that to him, right? Care to have a professional take a look and tell us whether it was for your father’s health… or something else?”
“Perfect timing. Mr. Samuel should also see what your idea of ‘protecting the family name‘ looks like.”
Samuel snapped his gaze to his daughter, pupils contracting.
“You… you…
Because that painting had been a gift from Grace.
He’d treasured it.
Looked at it every day.
And it smelled so nice–he’d liked it even more.
He never imagined…
This was his own daughter!
He had been getting better, but now his blood was boiling, and his heart felt like it might explode.
Grace went pale. She lunged for the phone, but Scarlett stepped smoothly aside.
“Don’t rush. The best part’s still coming.” Scarlett tapped open the photo album and pulled up a screenshot.
“You used a dummy account to send half a million to a gossip PR firm–just so you’d have ammunition when the time came to claim the Kramer family inheritance.”
Grace screamed and tried to cover Scarlett’s mouth, but for some reason, she had no strength at all.
Scarlett easily caught her wrist and twisted her arm up behind her back.
“Oh, right. I almost forgot to mention-”
“Mr. Samuel’s therapy just now was a guided imagery session. The entire process was recorded.”
With that, she let go.
Grace collapsed to the floor.
Chapter 238 Poison in the Family
Suddenly, it all hit her, and she looked up at Scarlett in disbelief.
Scarlett crouched beside her, wiping invisible dust from her fingers with a tissue. Her voice was calm, like she was talking about the weather.
“I’m used to protecting myself
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