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Chapter 771:
“Sign it,” Richard ordered, his voice leaving no room for discussion. “Lexi needs the best medical team for the baby. And my son deserves this money as his inheritance p>
Alycia looked up at him as though she were seeing a complete stranger. “You want to take my last asset to raise that woman’s child?” she whispered, her voice trembling.
Richard slammed his fist on the coffee table. “Don’t you dare speak about my son like that! The future of this family rests on him! And this is your fault! If you hadn’t been so reckless—provoking June, provoking Cole—none of this would have happened! You owe this family everything p>
Alycia listened to the twisted, utterly selfish logic, and then she burst into a shrill, hysterical laugh that made the hair on the back of Richard’s neck stand up. She laughed until tears streamed down her face, a shaking finger pointed at him.
“You coward!” she screamed. “You’re too afraid to go after Cole, so you come back here to drain the last drop from your own daughter p>
Richard’s face turned purple. He drew back his hand to strike her.
This time, Alycia didn’t flinch. She was on her feet in an instant, the brass letter opener from the coffee table in her hand, its tip pressed against Richard’s wrist.
Her eyes were bloodshot, burning with a madness that was entirely genuine. “Touch me again,” she said, “and I will drive this into your neck. I swear to God I will p>
Richard froze. He stepped back instinctively, his face gone pale.
Alycia snatched the trust agreement from the table and, directly in front of him, tore it into pieces. She threw the scraps into his face—a paper funeral for whatever had once existed between them.
“I would rather burn this money, give it to strangers on the street, than hand one single cent to your nonexistent bastard,” she said.
𝗪e 𝘂𝗽𝗱ate e𝘃e𝗿𝘆 𝗐𝘦𝖾k 𝗈ո ѕ.𝘤o𝘮
Richard pointed at the front door, his voice cracking with rage. “Get out! Get out of this house! You are no longer my daughter! I disown you p>
Alycia laughed—cold and bitter. “This house is already mortgaged to the bank. You’ll be lucky to stay here another week p>
She didn’t go upstairs to pack. She knew everything worth taking had already been seized. She grabbed only her car keys and her handbag.
At the door, she paused and turned back to look at Richard one final time. Her eyes were filled with a quiet, poisonous certainty.
“You think that woman loves you?” she said. “Just wait. What’s coming for you will be far worse than anything that came for me p>
She walked out and pulled the heavy oak door shut behind her. The sound echoed through the empty mansion, severing the last remaining tie of the Beasley family.
Richard stood among the torn paper scattered across the floor, shaking with rage. Then he steadied himself, smoothed his robe, and turned back up the stairs.
Alycia climbed into her Porsche in the driveway, started the engine, and peeled out through the gates, disappearing into the morning mist over Long Island.