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 crossed. Sitting

Zack, admiration flickering in his eyes. "You did well.

he spoke, Phelps pushed a box stuffed with cash

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

Phelps's face. "Come on, Zack. Her transplant's already arranged. You did your part perfectly-this is just a bonus."

time, Zack

grew up together. You're supposed to be close. Why did you do

face went cold; a flicker

more admired. Every competition we entered together, he would always come first, and I'd be stuck in second place. In college, I chased the same girl for three years-she never even 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

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

body rigid as the