Billionaire's match novel

---- Chapter 733 "After all, only the dead cannot speak. And you, at five years old, just happened to fill the childless gap between her and Niel. Add in her brainwashing, her gratitude, and you became the perfect pawn," Charlotte said. Ethan stared at the old photographs printed inside the folder- snapshots from the scene of his parents' car accident. He glanced at them once and immediately turned his head away. The next moment, he shoved all the documents aside with a force that seemed to try and expel them from his world entirely. "What proof... do you have... that it was her...

maybe it was all an accident. Otherwise, why wouldn't she fear that I'd eventually find out..." "Ethan, even if you had ironclad proof that the crash wasn't an accident, what could you possibly do to Clarice?" Charlotte's voice cut him off, cold and sharp. She knew Ethan must be in turmoil right now. The more he tried to avoid it, the more it proved that her words had struck at his deepest nerve. His breathing became rapid. His eyes were red-rimmed as he ---- stared at Charlotte, unable to speak. Her meaning was unmistakable. A tamed dog like him-Clarice never considered Ethan a threat.

Even knowing the truth, he was nothing more than a pawn she could discard, a piece she could erase whenever she wished. Charlotte picked up the glass, took a small sip, and paused before speaking again. "You wanted proof, right? The vehicle inspection report is in there. You can take a good look. The car had been tampered with, "At the very least, it proves it wasn't an accident. "Clarice was the first from the Davis family to arrive at the scene. Her testimony is that your parents entrusted you to her and Niel before they attempted suicide out of guilt.

"Tell me, if someone has already confessed willingly, why would they suddenly escape and attempt suicide?" Charlotte's words needed no further evidence. Even a fool could understand. No one else had motive-except Clarice. Ethan slammed his fist on the table. Charlotte flinched as he buried his head, radiating a dark, dangerous energy. He had thought... Clarice hadn't adopted him out of thin air. He ---- had suspected his parents had complex ties to her, that they'd been used-or even sold. But her care for him made it impossible to imagine...

that she had killed his parents, Ethan would rather know nothing. Let the lie stand. He couldn't face the fact that what he thought of as kindness had been built on his parents' deaths. He didn't know how to confront their spirits in the afterlife. He felt powerless. Charlotte saw him grind his knuckles into the edge of the table so hard that the skin tore and bled. He kept pressing, relentless She hadn't even finished what she wanted to say, but seeing him like this, she hesitated. Khloe had told her to gauge the moment carefully-don't push too hard.

"| know it's hard to digest, but the truth must be faced. | warned you." She stood, intending to leave. Ethan slammed the table again with a dull, heavy sound, making her pause mid-step. "Khloe had you show me this... what is her purpose?" Charlotte's lips twitched "Ethan..." ---- "Don't pretend. You just want to see me suffer, don't you? Speak plainly. What does she want me to do?" He let out a bitter, chilling laugh. The sound was hoarse, almost breaking, but beneath it was a sorrow so deep it made the spine ache. Even at his lowest, Ethan's suffering was undeniable.