Chapter 2
"You cannot speak to me like that! I built the social foundation that gave you your entire corporate dynasty!" Eleanor shrieked. Christian turned his head slowly, his expression devoid of any human warmth, radiating a terrifying, calculated vengeance.
"You built nothing, Mother; you merely inherited a legacy that you weaponized against everyone foolish enough to trust you," Christian stated flatly. He pulled a sleek black leather folder from his jacket pocket, tossing it carelessly onto the bedside table.
The heavy thud of the folder echoed sharply against the quiet walls, drawing Eleanor's terrified gaze downward. "What is that supposed to mean? Open your mouth and explain yourself right now, Christian," Eleanor demanded, her voice cracking.
"That folder contains federal audit logs detailing every single offshore account you manipulated over the past decade," Christian revealed. Chloe watched the confrontation with wide, exhausted eyes, her fingers gripping the emerald green hospital gown tightly.
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"You hacked my personal finances? I am your mother! I will have you disowned and stripped of every corporate title!" Eleanor roared. Christian let out a low, humorless chuckle that sent a shiver straight down Eleanor's spine.
"You can't strip what I already legally seized at midnight while you were busy planning this hospital ambush," Christian whispered coldly. The US flag on the wall fluttered faintly from the air conditioning vent, bearing silent witness to the dawn of justice.
