Chapter 13 - The Confrontation
The phone slipped from Damian’s fingers, clattering loudly against the wooden desk as the chilling reality crashed over him like a tidal wave.
Celeste had lied.
She hadn't just found the boy by accident; she had planted him there, framed an innocent woman, and manipulated the entire household to cover her tracks.
Damian marched out of the study, his footsteps echoing like thunder through the silent, vaulted halls of the mansion.
He pushed open the double doors of the master sitting room where Celeste was reading a magazine by the fireplace.
“You lied to the police,” Damian stated, his voice trembling with a terrifying, suppressed rage.
Celeste didn't look up from her magazine immediately, turning a glossy page with maddening composure.
“What are you talking about, Damian?” she asked, her tone entirely unbothered.
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“The padlock on the hatch, Celeste,” Damian roared, slamming his fist down on the marble mantelpiece.
“Your fingerprints were the only ones on it! You put our son in that room, and you framed Maria!”
