The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 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.

Harsh as the truth was, Uncle Manley couldn't stay in the dark forever.

Citrine plugged a USB drive into the laptop and played the final piece of evidence —a surveillance video from the Jensen family's study.

lounging on the sofa, legs

admiration flickering in his eyes. "You did well. This is

a box

his tone resolute. "All I care about is my daughter getting a compatible

arranged. You did your part perfectly-this is just a bonus." He nudged the box

Zack

he paused. "Mr. Jensen, you and Manley grew up together. You're supposed to be close. Why did you do

mention of Manley, Phelps's smile vanished. His face went cold; a flicker of hatred flashed in

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

rage. "Watching him become a cripple thrilled me. Finally, he can't steal my spotlight

sat frozen, his body rigid