Jeff, hands trembling, picked up the phone. Each line of text felt like a dagger, cutting into his heart. The report detailed how Lise had sought Neil’s attention, only to dismiss him and flee abroad, blaming everyone—Sharon, Jeff, and even Katelyn—for her decisions. While overseas, Lise had led a reckless lifestyle, mingling with countless men. Photos and surveillance footage were attached as proof. These things were undeniable. It also revealed that she had a three-year-old son, born during her escapades abroad. She had taken on the roles of a mistress and nightclub escort to sustain her lifestyle.

The documents further described how Lise, after seeing news of Neil’s grand wedding to Katelyn, realized his wealth and status as Wheeler Group’s CEO. In a desperate attempt to reclaim her position, Lise had returned home, scheming and framing Katelyn multiple times to regain Neil’s favor.

Sharon’s eyes darted over the screen, disbelief clouding her expression. Pointing at Katelyn, she erupted, “Katelyn, you’re vile! How dare you fabricate such disgusting lies about Lise? She’d never do this!”

Jeff’s hands trembled so much he could barely hold the phone steady. Katelyn’s gaze turned icy. Even when confronted with evidence, they refused to believe her. It was pointless.

“You’ve seen the proof with your own eyes, and Neil knows all about it. What do you think happens next?”

Sharon froze. Even if she doubted the report, she couldn’t deny the consequences once Neil learned of Lise’s actions. A sinking dread washed over her as Katelyn’s earlier words resurfaced in her mind. Could Lise truly be gone?

Katelyn’s voice broke through her thoughts, cold and unwavering.

“Lise was tortured—her body cut open, her blood drained by leeches. Do you know what it feels like to have your blood sucked out by leeches?” Her tone was calm, yet the gruesome imagery seeped into their minds like poison.

Jeff and Sharon’s faces turned ashen. They could almost picture the torment Lise had endured, each detail clawing at their sanity.

Sharon finally broke down, a rash of blood surging to her head. She spat out a mouthful of blood and pointed a trembling finger at Katelyn. Her voice cracked with desperation.

“Stop… Just stop!”

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Tears streamed down Sharon’s face, her grief uncontrollable. This was her beloved daughter—her pride and joy, now reduced to a dead body. Jeff, unable to bear the weight of the revelation, let the phone slip from his grasp. It hit the floor with a loud thud.

The nearby prison guard retrieved the phone, placed it back in front of Katelyn, and returned to his position without a word.

Jeff stared at Katelyn, his throat dry, words caught in the back of his mouth. It took him several moments before he finally spoke, his voice hoarse.

“Was Lise… killed by Neil?”

The thought of losing his daughter in such a cruel manner was too much for Jeff. His entire body trembled, his bloodshot eyes filled with barely suppressed rage.

Katelyn leaned back in her chair, unflinching.

“The police haven’t closed the case. But does it matter if Neil is the murderer or not?” Her words cut deep. Jeff and Sharon, powerless and confined to their prison cells, were now the only ones left to grieve for Lise.

Sharon wailed in despair, her cries echoing through the room, as though her heart had been ripped apart.

Katelyn, however, felt only irony. If she herself had suffered such a fate, Sharon and Jeff wouldn’t have shed a single tear for her. Instead, they would have cursed her, claiming she had brought it upon herself. These were the Baileys—her so-called family. She had been right to sever ties and hand them a billion to rid herself of them.

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