Chapter 28 - The Manhattan Confrontation
At 9:00 PM, Julian Kane checked into a boutique hotel in Midtown Manhattan, carrying a single leather duffel bag.
Ethan walked into the hotel's quiet top-floor lounge, sitting down at a corner table near the floor-to-ceiling glass windows.
Five minutes later, Julian stepped off the elevator, his tall frame and dark hair bearing an uncanny resemblance to his late father.
He spotted Ethan sitting alone, his hand instinctively reaching toward his jacket pocket as he stepped forward with cold intensity.
"You have nerve showing your face to me, Ethan Vance," Julian said, his voice laced with a thick, refined European accent.
"Sit down, Julian," Ethan offered gently, pointing to the empty chair across from him. "You've been lied to your entire life."
"My aunt Clara told me everything!" Julian spat bitterly. "You framed Veronica and stole my father's oil land!"
Ethan opened his briefcase, laying out the original autopsy reports, toxicological findings, and signed confessions from Arthur Vance.
"Your father was murdered by Veronica with thallium poison, Julian," Ethan explained, his voice filled with genuine sorrow for the young man.
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Julian stared at the medical documents, his eyes scanning the official state seals and chemical analysis charts as his hand trembled.
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