Patricia.
Weston's eyes flickered nervously. Without another word, he scrawled his signature across the bottom of the page.
"Wife, something urgent came up at the company. I'll handle it first." He grabbed his coat and hurried out.
As the door clicked shut, I calmly pulled another document from the folder—the divorce agreement.
He still doesn't realize what he just signed.
A special clause was included: since the husband committed adultery, all marital assets would belong solely to the wife.
My gaze fell to his signature, perfectly penned at the bottom. A slow, triumphant smile spread across my lips.
Weston, I was the one who raised you up—and I'll be the one to pull you down.
You will pay the price.
Weston didn't come home that night.
The next morning, I was woken by the shrill ring of my phone. It was Assistant Lenon.
"Miss, Weston has erased every trace of his crimes too cleanly. We can't find any evidence against him!"
My tone remained calm. "What do you need me to do?"
"We discovered a personal computer in Mr. Weston's study. It might contain something useful…"
"Alright," I replied after a pause. "Pick me up in a week."
I ended the call and turned toward the study—only to be interrupted by another call, this one even more urgent.
"Denise, help!"
The voice on the other end trembled—it was my biological mother, Vivian.
"Mom? What happened?" My heart skipped a beat as I gripped the phone tightly.
"Your mother owes five million in gambling debts," a man's rough voice interrupted. "Bring the money if you want her alive! And listen carefully—come alone. If you call the cops, I'll send her straight to hell!"
The line went dead.
I didn't have time to think. I immediately sent someone to prepare the cash.
Even though I hadn't grown up with the Holmes—and I knew they only brought me back for their own gain—blood was still blood. I couldn't just stand by.
No matter what she'd done, she was still my mother. Saving her was the least I could do to repay the life she'd given me.
When the money was ready, I drove to the location the kidnappers had given me. It was an unfinished building on the outskirts of town.
By the time I reached the top floor, I was out of breath—clutching the heavy bag of cash and the weight of my pregnancy.
"Denise! You came! I knew my daughter would save me!" My mother's tear-streaked face lit up with relief.