The living room fell dead silent.
Martha's jaw dropped. She knew perfectly well who the wealthiest man in the country was—even living outside the capital, they watched the financial news.
But for a billionaire to go to such terrifying lengths for Helena? It was completely beyond her comprehension.
Carl immediately tried to deny it, but Swain aggressively pulled up articles and photos of the Lonsdale Group, practically shoving the evidence into his father's face. Carl had no choice but to accept the absurd, horrifying reality.
Swain's voice was hoarse. "A man like him could crush me like an ant, do you understand? If you hadn't interfered, I'd be the one standing next to Helena right now! Me! Not him! I'd be the one sharing her glory! She was always made of gold, and she was always going to shine!"
He screamed the last few words so loudly that even Molly stopped crying in the bedroom.
Martha opened her mouth to argue, but no words came out. Looking at her son's desperate, unhinged rage, she felt a flicker of genuine fear.
"Is this entirely our fault?" Martha's voice trembled defensively. "You wavered! If you really loved her, you would have resisted Molly's temptations. We couldn't have stopped you!"
Swain's eyes were bloodshot, but he was struck completely speechless.
He knew his mother was right. He had wavered. He had tried to play both sides, wanting Helena's love but Molly's supposed status. He wanted it all, and in the end, he was the true architect of his own destruction.
Carl jumped to his feet, furious. "Swain! Watch how you speak to your mother! Everything we did was for your own good!"



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