Chapter 509 The Aftermath "I know your plan, Gretta," Claire said smoothly, her voice laced with quiet menace.

Gretta's lips parted slightly, but she quickly masked her surprise, setting her glass down with controlled ease. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Claire chuckled softly, stepping closer. "Oh, don't insult my intelligence. I know exactly what you've been up to. You're trying to free Lisa. You want her to do your dirty work while you keep your hands clean."

Gretta's heartbeat quickened, but she forced herself to maintain her composed demeanor. "That's ridiculous," she scoffed. "Lisa is mentally unstable. Everyone knows that."

Claire's smile widened as she shook her head. "Oh, Gretta. Your lies reek from miles away."

The older woman stiffened, her nails digging into her palm.

"You were the one who told Lisa to act crazy," Claire continued. "All so she wouldn't end up in prison for what she did. But Lisa was never insane, was she?"

Gretta said nothing.

Claire took another slow step forward, her piercing gaze never leaving Gretta's face. “You manipulated everyone. You made Lisa put on an act, all so she could escape real punishment. You used her, and now you want to set her loose again. But I won't let that happen."

Gretta clenched her jaw, her breath unsteady. Claire's words struck like daggers, each one cutting deep because they were true.

But she wouldn't let Claire see her crumble.

"You have no proof," Gretta finally said, lifting her chin defiantly. "It's all speculation."

Claire smirked. "Oh, you're so predictable."

She folded her arms, her expression turning ice-cold. "I know you're lying, Gretta. And do you want to know how I know?"

Gretta remained silent.

Claire leaned in slightly, her voice lowering into something far more dangerous.

"Because I've done my homework."

At that moment, Gretta felt the floor beneath her metaphorically crack.

Claire continued, her voice filled with mockery. "You claim you did all of this for justice, but we both know that's a lie." She tilted her head. "Admit it. This isn't about justice. It's about revenge. You think I ruined your life. You think I destroyed your family."

Gretta's hands curled into fists. "You did ruin my family," she spat.

Claire let out a laugh—an amused, delighted sound that sent chills down Gretta's spine.

"Oh, Gretta," Claire mused darkly, her expression turning deadly. "The only person who destroyed a family is you."

Gretta gritted her teeth. "You-"

Claire snapped her fingers.

Almost instantly, several police officers emerged from their hiding spots within the penthouse. They moved swiftly, guns drawn, their expressions unreadable but firm.

Gretta's eyes widened in pure shock.

Her head snapped back to Claire. "What is this?" she demanded, her voice rising in panic.

Claire simply smirked. "A little gift from me," she said mockingly. "For being such a manipulative and cheeky aunt."

Gretta's arm. "Gretta Robertson,

mind raced. This

thrashing against their hold. "Let

watched, arms crossed, satisfaction

away," Claire

The officers didn't hesitate.

the door. "YOU'LL REGRET THIS! YOU

waved lazily. "Goodbye,

behind them, the air suddenly much quieter without

a moment

Another enemy down.

concluded, and today marked the final chapter in the long, grueling battle against

with whispers as people waited for the trial to

room, Adrian Saint Laurent sat with his family, his gaze lingering on Claire,

expected Alexander to attend, but

Just this once.

stretched on for

worst of all, the orchestrated deaths of the Peterson family. Video footage, financial records, and witness testimonies painted an airtight case. Claire watched as Robert and Gretta squirmed in their

to fight back, but it was

after long deliberations, the

prison. Gretta Robertson-25 years. The courtroom fell into

exhaled slowly.

the time he got

even survive

She doubted it.

locked up would likely break

other hand, would be in prison for at least 25 years. Even if she behaved well, parole wouldn't be an

toward them, her expression devoid

the moment the officers moved in to take them

struggling against the officers. "You think you've won?!

rage. "Everything you have, you stole from us! You're going to regret this,

Claire only smiled.

and curse all they

couldn't touch

them away, their voices faded into the

hadn't realized she was carrying finally lifting off

over," Matthew murmured

the corners of her lips curling into

smile. "Thank you,"

waist. Instinctively, she

QUMS

been quiet throughout most of this ordeal, but Claire knew he

been watching closely.

told him

had been disappointed—frustrated that she hadn't

the night she

anything bad to

his hair. He wasn't happy about it,

now, standing beside her in the courtroom, he was simply happy to see her free

met her gaze, squeezing her waist slightly. No words

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