Chapter 633
Marianne’s furious accusation hit the room like a thunderclap, suddenly reminding everyone of the damning footage from the storage room.
The expressions of the Wynn family members darkened considerably.
It was true.
Why on earth did Serena coincidentally have a hidden camera set up in that exact storage room?
Who in their right mind installs surveillance in a shabby storage room?
They certainly hadn’t done it.
Did that mean Serena had planted it there from the very beginning, scheming to use it as leverage to seize their assets?
Patrick’s brow furrowed deeply, a new wave of heavy suspicion clouding his gaze as he stared at Serena.
Hearing their ridiculous leaps of logic, Serena found the entire situation laughable.
She cast a lazy, mocking glance at the hysterical woman. “Are you really going to stand there and pretend you don’t know who installed that camera, Mrs. Wynn p>
“Who else could it be but you p>
Marianne froze mid-sentence, the blood suddenly draining from her face as a distant memory violently resurfaced.
Serena arched an elegant brow. “Ringing any bells, Mrs. Wynn p>
Marianne’s lips parted, but no sound came out. Her bruised face flushed a dark, humiliating crimson.
Patrick narrowed his eyes, shooting his wife a cold, demanding glare. “What does she mean p>
Marianne was entirely incapable of answering. She stood there silently, her mouth opening and closing like a suffocating fish, unable to force out a single word.
Serena let out a soft, taunting laugh. “That camera was installed the very week I was brought to live with the Wynn family. Mrs. Wynn was convinced that a girl from the countryside would be a petty thief. She was so terrified I would steal from her precious home that she… specifically had that camera put in to monitor my every move p>
Patrick’s expression morphed into pure horror. He turned on Marianne, his voice dripping with absolute ice. “You… you idiot! What exactly were you doing to Serena behind my back? At the time, she was supposed to be our flesh and blood! Our own daughter, forced to live under surveillance in her own home? Are… are you trying to ruin us p>
He deliberately laid the blame squarely on his wife, desperately trying to wash his hands clean of the abuse in front of Serena.
Serena scoffed. “Oh, please. Didn’t you entirely agree with her logic back then, Mr. Wynn p>
“So what if I was supposedly your biological daughter? You didn’t even trust your own mother’s judgment p>
Serena had been personally raised by Old Mrs. Wynn.
The family’s intense suspicion of her was a direct insult to the old woman’s character.
Patrick’s face cycled through shades of sickly pale and embarrassed red, completely choking on his own hypocrisy.
Seeing the entire family fall into a humiliated silence, Serena’s gaze turned impossibly cool. “Besides, did I grab Hailey by the back of the neck and force her to plagiarize my work p>
The silence in the room grew suffocating.
None of them had ever anticipated that the trap they had set out of pure prejudice to catch Serena stealing would become the definitive proof that sent their biological daughter to prison.
The sheer irony was staggering.
They had installed it because they assumed Serena was a thief.
But the real thief, sneaking around like a rat in the shadows, had been their own precious Hailey!
And now, that humiliating footage had been broadcast to the entire world.
Marianne felt a suffocating wave of despair crash over her.
The humiliation, the blinding fury, and the sheer impossibility of the situation strangled her.
She choked on a sharp gasp, her vision suddenly plunging into absolute darkness as she slumped sideways in a dead faint.
“Mom p>
“Ma’am p>
Benedict and Logan yelled in shock.
The maids scrambled forward in a frantic panic to catch her before she hit the floor. The grand living room dissolved into total chaos.
Serena casually checked her watch, completely thoroughly bored by their pathetic theatrics. “I don’t have time to waste on this. Since you refuse to have a rational conversation, you can deal directly with my team.
She stood up smoothly and snapped her fingers.
A split second later, the front doorbell chimed.