Chapter 1152

Whitney just laughed when she heard that—an unsettling, cold laugh that sent shivers down everyone's spine. "I may not have a will," she said, her voice sharp, "but I do have something better—a living mother. Ludwik, put the video up!"

Ludwik, always the loyal assistant, nodded and hooked his phone to the big screen in the boardroom.

Whitney dialed the video call. The line connected instantly.

When the image popped up, jaws around the table just about hit the floor.

No one was more shocked than Florence. She stumbled backward, almost letting out a scream, grabbing onto Bryce like she'd seen a ghost. "Parisa... How is this possible?"

Bryce looked like he'd seen a ghost too. Parisa-alive, breathing, right there on the screen in a hospital bed, oxygen mask and all. Bryce felt a cold sweat break out down his back.

On screen, Parisa pulled off her oxygen mask, her face pale but unmistakably alive.

shareholders who'd met her

Tennyson? She's not

right. My mother survived, thank God. Erik, you

figure appeared at Parisa's

you tell us who kidnapped you

right through the camera at

prickled with goosebumps. She looked one second

Bryce's breathing was ragged.

was it Bryce and Florence who kidnapped you, forced you to sign over your inheritance in that old cave, and then tried

was barely a whisper, but clear:

went red, then

shaky breath and spoke slowly. "Florence isn't my daughter. She took Whitney's hair and used it to fake a DNA test back in Germany. I'd lost my memory then, so I was fooled. But now,

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