A Woman Worth Billions Dated the Wrong Brother novel Chapter 193

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A victim

Amber POV

Silence followed.

Not the kind that invited comfort.

The kind that forced truth to settle.

Jason stood.

The movement was abrupt, sharp enough to cut through everything that had just been said.

“You said that was when I turned four,” he said, his voice steady but edged with something deeper. “But I was with them when I turned five.”

A pause.

“How is it that I’m missing a year?”

No one spoke immediately.

Mr. Sun sighed.

Not in annoyance.

In something heavier.

“The doctors believed it was trauma,” he said.

Jason did not react.

But I saw it.

The stillness in him tightening further.

“You have to understand,” Mr. Sun continued, his voice softer now, almost careful.

“You were a mischievous little boy.”

The words felt fragile.

“You laughed. You ran around. You charmed everyone around you.”

A faint, almost broken smile touched his expression.

“You were like Alice and Alex combined.”

That image did not fit the man standing in front of him now.

“You changed… drastically after that.”

The word hung there.

Drastically.

“It was difficult to get you to even say hello.”

Jason looked away.

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Not because he doubted it.

Because some part of him recognized it.

A year gone.

A child replaced.

And whatever had happened in that missing time-

Had never truly left him.

Emory broke the silence first.

He turned to Mr. Sun, his expression sharpened now-not as an observer, but as someone following a lead.

“Did you continue searching for who took Jason?”

The question landed with weight.

Because now it mattered.

Not as history.

As proof.

Mr. Sun shook his head.

“Once we had Jason…” he said, “our priority was him.”

Jason did not react.

But I felt the shift in him.

“His father was notified,” Mr. Sun continued.

A flicker of something colder crossed his expression.

“He arrived at the manor.”

A pause.

“Angry.”

Not relieved.

Not concerned.

Angry.

“He was shouting,” Mr. Sun said, his voice tightening slightly. “Accusing us.”

The room stilled again.

“He claimed he was losing money because of us.”

Jason’s jaw clenched.

“That he had a deal… and we had ruined it.”

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The words settled like confirmation.

Not suspicion anymore.

Not theory.

Truth.

“He refused to listen,” Mr. Sun finished. “There was no reasoning with him.”

Emory’s expression darkened.

Because that wasn’t just negligence.

That wasn’t ignorance.

That was involvement.

And Jason-

Jason had just been turned from a victim…

Into evidence.

Mr. Stait leaned forward, his attention locked on Mr. Sun.

“Did Samuel ever tell you who he made the deal with?”

The question cut straight through everything else.

Names.

Connections.

Proof.

Mr. Sun shook his head slowly.

“He claimed he didn’t know.”

Emory frowned.

“He said he received a call,” Mr. Sun continued. “From someone who told him they were looking for an heir.”

The word echoed.

“An heir to inherit it all,” he added. “They wanted to build the best possible candidate… someone capable of claiming the four houses for them.”

The room went colder.

Jason didn’t move.

“Samuel told me he was sent updates,” Mr. Sun went on. “Pictures.”

My stomach twisted.

“Images of Jason studying. With tutors. In classrooms.”

A pause.

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