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Chapter 85
“You have to believe me! I… I have evidence! It can prove that Gale and her mother are both shady!” Susan’s voice was frantic, her eyes gleaming with anticipation.
“Evidence?” Shawn’s voice was cold, but curiosity flickered beneath his steely gaze.
“Yes,” Susan replied quickly, pulling out her phone. “I have a recording.”
She tapped the screen, and soon, the sound of voices filled the room.
“I also have Sam. He’s my boyfriend,” Gale’s voice echoed clearly. “He treats me very well, and he pays all the expenses.”
Shawn’s face, which had been calm only moments before, twisted into something dark—like a storm cloud building over a city. Sam. It was Sam again.
Gale had admitted, in front of Wendy no less, to her feelings for Sam!
The silence stretched as everyone waited for the next part of the recording. Then, Wendy’s voice broke through. “Gale, I want to see your father.”
There was a pause before Gale responded, “Your father has done good deeds throughout his life. Do you think Shawn’s death was really caused by Dad?”
The room went dead quiet, and Shawn’s heart stopped. His pupils dilated, his breath caught. What did she just say?
Everyone in the room held their breath.
The death of Master Wood had always been a taboo subject in the Wood family—something that could never be discussed, not even in private.
“No! No! Gale, your father is innocent. He was wronged!” Wendy’s voice pleaded.
“I think the same as you. Dad is very innocent,” Gale replied softly.
And then, the recording ended.
Susan smirked, feeling a rush of triumph. “I came out of the hospital that day and saw Gale get into the car at night, so I followed her. I didn’t expect that she was going to see her mother. I was about to leave when I heard this conversation and decided to record it.”
Shawn’s anger exploded. In one swift motion, he stood up, raised his hand, and swept all the tableware off the table with a force that sent plates and glasses crashing to the floor. The sound reverberated through the room, shocking everyone.
Susan’s heart pounded with both fear and excitement. This was it. Gale’s end was near. She had set the trap, and now it was closing in.
“Mr. Wood, I also accidentally—” Susan began, but Shawn cut her off, his voice roaring like thunder.
“Get out!” His eyes were red, and his whole body radiated fury. He pointed toward the door. “Get out of here!”
The room was thick with tension as Shawn became a whirlwind of anger. No one dared approach him, his presence as dangerous as a lion in a cage.
The housekeeper, standing nearby, sighed in resignation. He had seen this side of Shawn before—ruthless, unyielding. All the house staff knew better than to get in his way when he was like this.
In the dining hall, Shawn was left alone with his thoughts, the sounds of things crashing around him still echoing in his mind. The events had unraveled so quickly. He had almost softened, had almost allowed Wendy to take the medicine.
But now, it seemed both Wendy and Gale had their own hidden agenda. They thought his father’s death was a misunderstanding, and worse, they still refused to admit Dr. Warm’s role in it. Shawn’s respect for his father was absolute—no one could tarnish his legacy, especially not the Warm family.
His jaw tightened. The Warm family had taken so much from him. His father’s life, his own peace. They had to pay. They would atone for their sins.
“Medicine?” Shawn muttered to himself, his anger simmering. “Don’t even think about it.”
The housekeeper, hearing the noises coming from the dining hall, couldn’t help but speak up. “What do you feel bad for? It’s not your fault. I advise you to realize that Gale might be Mrs. Wood, but she has no rights. You better decide which side you want to take.”
Shawn’s eyes narrowed. “I am the true mistress of the Wood family in the future!”
The housekeeper raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. “You’re still Miss Susan to me.”
Susan, clearly irked by his comment, fumed. “You—!” She snapped, but the housekeeper didn’t flinch.
“As long as Paula is alive, the Mistress of the Wood Family will not be you,” the housekeeper said firmly, and Susan’s face twisted with frustration.
Susan huffed angrily, crossing her arms. “When I get married, the first thing I’ll do is fire you,” she muttered, but even she could tell that Shawn wasn’t listening.
The weight of the situation pressed down on everyone. The housekeeper, in his quiet wisdom, knew that Gale and Shawn’s relationship was still in flux. Gale, for all her faults, had done more for him than anyone could have guessed. But Susan? Susan had no real claim—no matter how she tried to weave herself into the fabric of his life.
The game was far from over. And Shawn wasn’t going to let it go so easily.!”