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Chapter 646
Chapter 646:
Effie took a step forward, pulling her hand free from Isolde’s grasp. She stood alone in the open space and looked directly at her older brother.
“I have one condition,” Effie stated.
Isolde watched her daughter, her heart seized by a sudden, fierce pride. The little girl was preparing to detonate a bomb that would shatter the Lancaster facade forever.
The Javits Center plaza was so silent that the faint hum of the overhead lights sounded like a roar. Thousands of eyes were locked on the five-year-old girl standing in the center of the clearing.
Effie did not look at Belle. She did not look at the cameras.
She walked straight past Belle and stopped directly in front of Kaiden.
Kaiden shrank back, pressing himself against Cheryl’s legs, his eyes darting around nervously. He looked at Effie not with the arrogance of an older brother, but with the terrified apprehension of a fraud facing his executioner.
Dо𝘸n𝘭оa𝘥a𝗯l𝖾 𝖯𝗗𝗙ѕ 𝗈ո
Effie looked at his tear-stained face. Her dark eyes were perfectly still, reflecting the harsh fluorescent lights above.
“My condition,” Effie said, her voice carrying a quiet, bell-like clarity across the silent hall, “is that I don’t want to lie anymore, Kaiden p>
Belle frowned, her perfectly manicured nails digging into her palms. “What is she talking about?” she hissed under her breath.
Effie took a deep breath, her small chest expanding.
“I didn’t cheat today,” she said, her voice soft but firm, making sure the entire crowd could hear her. “But I’ve been lying for a long time p>
A murmur of confusion rippled through the front rows.
“Every time we took a test at home,” Effie continued, her voice steady, “every time the tutors gave us a math puzzle, I already knew the answers. I saw the numbers in my head immediately p>
She looked down at her own small hands.
“But I always wrote the wrong answers on purpose,” Effie confessed.
The crowd gasped. Isolde felt a sharp, physical pain slice through her chest. Her breath hitched. She took a step forward, then stopped herself. Effie needed to do this.
“Why?” a woman in the crowd asked aloud, unable to contain her shock.
Effie looked up. Her eyes found Isolde for a brief second — filled with a heartbreaking sorrow — before she turned back to Kaiden.
“Because whenever I scored higher than Kaiden,” Effie explained, her voice trembling slightly, no longer the cold accuser but a child recounting a deep and private hurt, “Dad would get very angry. He would yell. He’d say I was being difficult — that I was a bad sister for not letting my brother win p>
The words dropped into the plaza like heavy stones.
“He said Kaiden was the heir,” Effie continued, her voice growing small, echoing the cold, clinical tone Grayson used. “He said Kaiden needed to be the smartest. So if I was smart… Dad wouldn’t look at me. He wouldn’t love me. And he would be mean to Mommy p>