Chapter 458

Chapter 458:

When Amelia’s expression showed a flash of urgency, Wyatt’s gaze followed, landing on the gold pendant resting against Brielle’s throat. “Amelia, is there an issue with that pendant p>

“This pendant belongs to me p>

The instant Amelia said this, Brielle’s face tightened with alarm. Her voice rose sharply. “That’s nonsense! My mother gave this to me. How dare you claim it’s yours, Amelia p>

Fueled by anger, Brielle lunged to strike Amelia, but before her hand could land, Wyatt caught it.

W𝘦ek𝗹𝘺 𝗿е𝗅𝘦𝗮ѕe𝘀 o𝘯

He pushed Brielle aside, his gaze turning dark and dangerous. “Control yourself, or you’ll regret it p>

But when his eyes returned to Amelia, that coldness vanished at once. “Amelia, are you certain the pendant she’s wearing is yours p>

“I am certain p>

Amelia had kept that pendant close since childhood, until an accidental collision chipped one edge. Katrina had then carefully stored it away. Even after the damaged edge was repaired, faint markings remained — visible to anyone who looked closely.

After Amelia spoke, everyone’s attention shifted to the pendant at Brielle’s neck.

Weston leaned in, examining the edge with care.

Sure enough, the repair marks were there.

“Amelia, I was the one who chipped this edge years ago,” Brielle said. “Why are you insisting otherwise? What are you trying to do? Are you just trying to distract everyone from the leak? You p>

“The leak wasn’t from her. It came from you p>

Shepard and Weldon entered the room at that moment, exhaustion visible in their faces.

“Dad, Amelia didn’t leak the information. Brielle did p>

As he spoke, Shepard handed a document to Weston.

The moment Weston began to read it, Brielle lunged forward and snatched it out of his hands.

Just as she prepared to destroy it, Weldon stepped in, grabbing her wrist and snatching the document back.

As he handed the document to Weston, his gaze toward Brielle carried open mockery. “Why did you do that? Feeling nervous p>

“Weldon, I know you despise me, but you can’t frame me like this!” Brielle cried. “Dad, don’t believe what Shepard and Weldon say. They’ve always hated me. You know that p>

For a moment, Weston’s expression faltered, uncertainty clouding his eyes.

Weldon noticed and felt a surge of frustration.

He said, “Dad, Henrik handled the investigation himself. Even if you don’t trust me, you trust him, don’t you p>

The document was long, and Weston spent more than half an hour reading through every page.

When he finally looked up, his gaze on Brielle was complicated. “Brielle, why did you do this p>

“Dad, what are you saying? Do you really doubt me p>

“Then explain this p>

Before she could finish, Weston threw a photograph in front of her.

The instant her eyes fell on it, the color drained from her face.

The photo clearly showed her meeting with Elmore, captured by Shepard.

“Why did you deliver those documents to Elmore?” Weston demanded.

“Because she isn’t the Chadwick family’s daughter p>

Weldon’s words burst out, and though Shepard tried to stop him, it was too late. Weldon continued, “Dad, Brielle doesn’t belong to the Chadwick family. Amelia is my real sister p>

Brielle quickly yelled, “Weldon, you’re framing me again! You and Shepard bribed Davey before, and now p>

“Davey’s words before were all true p>

With that, Weldon placed his phone on the table in front of Weston, the DNA test results between Shepard and Amelia glowing on the screen. Weston stared at Amelia in stunned disbelief.

Brielle was panicking. “It’s forged! This is fake p>

“When the test was done, Amelia and Mr. Stewart were both present. Dad, even if you refuse to trust us, surely you trust them p>

Weston was stunned. After that, he could barely hear anything.

He walked slowly toward Amelia, his hand lifting as if to touch her, but she stepped back. “Mr. Chadwick, a DNA result means nothing. You may disregard it p>

“So… you are truly my daughter p>

“Mr. Chadwick, you’re mistaken. Brielle is your daughter,” Amelia said coolly.

“Amelia p>

“Mr. Chadwick, now that everything is clear, I’ll take my leave p>

With that, Amelia turned and walked away.

Weston moved to follow, but a firm hand stopped him.

Wyatt spoke evenly. “I advise you not to follow her. If you do, Amelia’s resentment toward you will only deepen p>

Sorrow clouded Weston’s eyes at those words, and he reluctantly let the impulse to chase her go.